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Over the past few summers I have tackled the National Road, the Oregon Trail, and I've motorcycled to the Arctic Circle (Yukon) and Alaska. In the summer of 2013 I tackled Illinois Route 1. Starting on the south side of Chicago, Illinois 1 is the longest state highway, meandering south until it ends in Cave In Rock, Illinois, on the banks of the Ohio River. Once again, I operated with the assistance of Verizon Wireless, using an Apple iPhone and Nokia Lumia 928 to make all photographs.

Lucky Friday the 13th on One.

Posted: September 25th, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: General posts | No Comments »

Considering that it was Friday 13th, I should not have been surprised to find Donnell Jones straddling his uncooperative motorcycle at a south side Chicago BP station – just a few feet from where Illinois Route 1 starts at South Halsted Street near its intersection with I-57. What was bad luck for Jones turned out to be good luck for me.

Despite Jones’ bad day, I found him to be one of the most upbeat and kind people I had ever met. He was deeply spiritual, concerned about his fellow man, and more concerned about helping find good photos than his motorcycle’s electrical problem; I took an instant liking to him.

My good fortune continued a little further south when I stumbled on Shirley Rucker who was busy managing her small business, Halsted Resale. During the lull, I learned a lot about her extraordinary life. Growing up in Mississippi, she picked cotton in the share cropper south from the age of nine until she was in her teens. Fortunate enough to escape north, through hard work and sheer stubbornness she raised a family of 8– which included a NFL wide receiver and a dentist, as well as her family business.

A little further south in Crete Illinois, I double-backed after seeing a mannequin with a scary mask set in the middle of the front yard of a well kept bungalow. Unbeknownst to me, it was “Crete Garage Sale Days.” The

Friday the 13, 2013 on Illinois Route 1 was one of the best days of the project. was Sandy Moore’s way to get people to stop at her sale- it worked on me. When I asked if I could take her picture, Moore said no emphatically. When I told her I wanted to photograph her with her mannequin, she jumped at the chance.

I am sad this was the last day.

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