Okay, I admit it. Asking writers in my memoir-writing classes to choose any photograph they want and describe it to someone like me, who can’t see, was pretty self-serving. Thing is, though, the writers came back with pretty remarkable stuff!
I’m having my husband Mike post the photo writer John Simmons chose here. Before you read on, stop and guess where this photo was taken. Just a quick guess:
If you guessed Chicago, you must live here. In class, listening to John’s words, I was sure no one would ever guess this photo was taken in the Windy City. “If I were to drop a plumb from our balcony, you would hear a splash as it enters the Chicago River.” That’s his first line, and that’s how close he and Mary Jo Field, the woman who took the photograph, live to what he described as the “storied river that was once a receptacle for garbage, toxins, and raw sewage — and maybe a few of Al Capone’s enemies.” That’s all in the past now, John says. “Today the river is almost as pristine as the baptismal font at Saint James Cathedral.”
John continues his piece by comparing living on the river to living in a vaudeville theatre. “The scene is constantly changing,” he writes, describing how he might see a Seagull flying low on a reconnaissance mission, then a resident Canadian geese squadron making its way along the western bank, and then a powerful barge navigating the turn by the Chicago Tribune plant. College rowing teams practice on the Chicago River, too. “In the late fall when it is still dark around seven o’clock in the morning, I sometimes catch a glimpse of eight men rowing in perfect unison so silently its almost eerie.”
Having set the scene, John then starts describing his photograph: three sculls idling on the water directly under the Grand Avenue Bridge while coaches in aluminum boats beside them shout instructions from bullhorns. “It takes enormous exertion to move these boats at top speed,” John writes. “The fact that the crews are at rest wearing their blue sweat suits with a white stripe suggests there is chill in the air.” He continues:
At this time of day, the river seems to have a silver hue from the reflecting sunlight of the late afternoon. You hear a clanking sound each time a car passes over the Grand Avenue Bridge, a classic built in 1913. It got a fresh coat of rustproof paint that is almost the color of burnt amber and glistens in the dying sunlight. The bridge spans the river, which is about a wedge shot from one side to other.
John’s research for the piece told him the Grand Avenue bridge is 270 feet long and is known as a bascule bridge. “I guess that means it opens by lifting both sections, something I have seen, but rarely.” He describes two quaint little clapboard houses painted in green trim at each end of the bridge and assumes they housed the bridge master. “A base of concrete and red brick supports the western end of the single span bridge,” he writes, taking note of a gray sedan, the only vehicle crossing the bridge when the photo was taken. “If you look closely you can see two white gates in the vertical position, signifying the bridge is open for business.”
And here’s the part of John’s essay that had me totally convinced no one seeing this photo would guess in a million years that it had been taken in Chicago. We’re known for crime, the lakefront and skyscrapers. Not riverfronts! “If you look through the bridge you can see redbrick townhouses, fronted by well-mowed green grass and a pedestrian walk where the local dog population enjoys a bit of fresh air, always on leach to comply with the covenants of condominium association.” Thanks to you, John. I can just picture this scene!
Beth–
That is a stunning picture and description. Thanks for posting it.
Mary Rigdon
PS. See you on 9/9
Sent from my iPhone
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Phew! I’m glad to hear you think it *looks* as stunning as I think it *sounds*. Thanks for leaving this confirming comment –honestly, very much appreciated!
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I knew it was the north branch of the Chicago River, near Chicago Avenue. That’s how much I know and love Chicago.
You win!
Beth, I beg to differ…your assignment is not selfish and John clearly takes great care to bring the visual alive through his words. In fact what he offers is more than a description of a location, he offers an experience. I couldn’t help reversing the process by starting with the words and reconstructing the image, which is exactly what you do constantly. All paintings start with a blank canvas and with any luck end up, just like John’s words, offering more than a picture….you have turned your students into artists and from my perspective that is not selfish. Thanks as always for raising our consciousness.
And thank *you* Mel for using the blank canvas metaphor here. It serves as a reminder that writing — especially when one writes as well as John did here
Oops, my comment go cut off. I meant to say “…
especially when one writes as well as John did here, is an art.”
R
Awesome! Thanks to John and for sharing his view of the City!
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Yes, and wasn’t it an honor to hear it read aloud in class?
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Thank you for this post Beth. I love reading the wonderful writing from your class members which is inspired by your instruction. I do not know the setting, but John’s words make it sound magical.
The setting is pretty much right in downtown Chicago, which makes it all the more magical!
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Wonderful description. Thank you for that. I do live in a northern Chicago suburb and was not aware of much of what was described here and am glad to know that the city has cleaned up its act, at least as far as the river goes. Terry
Though I appreciated the photo and John’s beautiful description, the Chicago river is not so pristine as he states. According to a front page article in the Tribune last week the water quality is improving but still full of bacteria from sewage that is way above acceptable levels. Contact with it is definitely not recommended.
Uh-oh. What does that say about the water in the baptismal font at St. James Cathedral?
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Dear Beth,
We have a blog called photo narrations for the blind and sighted at
http://www.photonarrations.wordpress.com
among other things we also do exactly what you asked people to do in your writing class. The only difference is that most of our pictures are taken by blind and visually impaired people. They send us pictures; we upload them and get sighted people to describe them as text.
We are always looking for new describers and as you said it is a very good exercise for creative writers. Perhaps you would like to recommend our project to your classes. We’ll upload more pictures to describe soon.
I really enjoyed reading John’s description. If the authors give us permission, we could publish more of their texts and photos on our blog, to make them available to a wider readership.
You can contact us at:
picdesc@gmail.com
best wishes
Tina
A wonderful example of descriptive writing. I hope John offers to let you use it for future classes. Students learning from students is a powerful motivation and teaching technique.
What a great idea –especially coming from a talented and generous teacher like you. Or would that be “like yourself”? Well, you know what I mean — I’ll ask John if his piece is okay to share with other classes.
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I think I saw more thru the description than the photo. That balcony sounds like a great place to hang out.
Agreed — and until hearing John’s essay, it never dawned on me there would be *any* condo balconies in Chicago looking over the river. Silly me.
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