The initial day that marks the end of a week was a day that had a sight to see. Inside the building that Marshall Field's building they call nickname Macy's was a secret garden on the 9th floor. The exhibit was captivating. As I approached the scenery I met the sounds of grace. Gentle fiddles and song birds. I was in an orchestra of color and amazement. Bubbling fountains dribbling their sounds into the air. Lights played subtly, assisting in the creation of shadows. Grace and beauty fluttered in the path of my fujifilm lens and were captured with my index finger. In a setting of floral patterns there were mesmerizing details.I am thankful to have witnessed such thing. My mother was the person who pointed out the event. She urged me to go and see what she saw. I ran into her that same day in the garden. We had lunch like we did when I was a boy. This place was my playground i say. My mother always brought me with her on her adventures downtown. She is an explorer. I owe gratitude to her because she set out and let life come as it may be. She taught me indirectly to always be aware. I'd run around the displays as she tried on dresses in the fitting room. Then we would go to the lower level to and have a bite to eat. My favorite experience was riding the elevator to the walnut room on the 7th floor there was an ice cream shop where I had Moose track ice cream for the first time.
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| Centerpiece in the Walnut room |
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| I love you this much |
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