Not My First Choice

I missed a photo op today.  I was driving down the border between Chicago and Evanston when I was stopped at a red light behind several cars.  I looked to the right and there before me was a most striking image.  It was a barbershop called Correct Cuts, and through their big front window, I could see a large African-American man sitting in a chair having his hair clipped as he stared blankly out the window, bathed in a halo of bright fluorescent light.  I can't explain why I was so captivated by this sight, but even now I can still see that image in my mind's eye.  I think it reminded me of Edward Hopper...

So instead of that photo, I give you a shot of the Rockwell Brown Line Station.  It's all I've got for today...