

A friend of mine from Michigan came into town last weekend so I decided to take her for a walk on our side of the lake, both as a way to complete this assignment, and also because it was nice out and a walk sounded like more fun than sitting In my apartment and watching “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” on television.
I normally walk down Fullerton to the lakefront but we met up with a second from of my (one who lives in the city) and walked a different way that, consequently, took us past a bunch of statues I’ve never noticed before and a park. I like parks. They are a nice way to make up for all the cement and asphalt of the city—which I don’t necessarily hate—I mean, I did choose to live here, in Chicago, rather than by the redwood forest, or something. Nonetheless, I do think that there is a forced quality to the nature that exists in cities, such as in parks. Here, nature is planned and redirected. Trees are spaced out evenly a long the sidewalk and gardens occupy neat fenced-in squares and window boxes. The nature we find here, in many ways, is manipulated and controlled so that it doesn’t interfere with our lives unless we want it to (weather excluded, of course). Even as my two friends and I walked through this park and a long the edge of a pond, I swear a school of fish and a couple of ducks were swimming a long side us, eyeing our Starbucks iced-coffees.
We finally arrived at the lake (one of my favorite parts of this city.) It was beautiful and calm and I was in an obnoxiously good mood as my vitamin D deprived body greedily soaked up as much sunlight as it could. Looking out at the lake I saw the black silhouettes of the water intake cribs, which have had to be moved out farther and farther to access clean water and I realized that we have not only manipulated nature, but that the damage done goes beyond a few ducks with a taste for people food.