Sam’s folks were in town this last weekend, which allowed us to take advantage of doing some of the more tourist-y type things here in Chicago. One of our favorite places we’ve visited since living here is the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio located in Oak Park. There are so many perks to living here in Chicago, but access to historic buildings by so many renowned architects is something we’ve really grown to appreciate. We’ve done two river boat tours and visited FLW’s home twice since moving here. It’s fascinating learning more about the people who shaped and built our city into the space it is today.
Even though this is a short post, I wanted to share some photos from Frank Lloyd Wright’s home and studio. I tend to take more detail-oriented photographs, but I feel that FLW’s penchant for intimate details lends itself to this kind of visual documentation. I hope you enjoy the pictures and visit this beautiful estate-turned-museum yourself!
Now that Autumn is in full swing (my favorite season!), this may be the last opportunity I have to share these photos from a month or two ago. Sam and I stayed with my brother, Jeff, in the Detroit area a few weeks back for a wedding we had in Michigan. Jeff really wanted to take us to the Eastern Market in Detroit, as its one of his favorite things about living in the Detroit area during his podiatry residency. I’m all about fresh product and community spaces (not to mention plants), so we were totally down for this early morning adventure in Detroit.
We departed with bags full of fresh, organic produce to take back with us to Chicago. We adopted 20 new plants for our apartment (thanks to Sam for graciously supporting my plant-hoarding tendencies). We nibbled samples of juicy fruits and crisp veggies. We pulled apart flaky pastries for breakfast and splattered tomato sauce over our clothes after our food truck lunch. We meandered around antique shops bordering the Market. For the few hours we spent wandering and ogling and taste-testing and taking a billion photos of everything, I found happiness in its purest form.
While there are so many things I can say about this incredible community niche, I feel like the photos of Eastern Market speak louder than words. This space captivated me, and I would have no problem visiting the Eastern Market every weekend for the rest of my life. If you ever get the chance to go, GO.
Here are some of my favorite photos from our morning at the Eastern Market.