I refuse to accept that beauty cannot be found or invented in my surroundings. The Chicago metropolitan area isn't known for geographical or natural beauty, but it exists. Take the Calumet-Saginaw canal for instance. I've written about the Cal-Sag before. It's basically an open sewer/industrial shipping lane, but it's full of history! And cars, appliances, industrial waste, polluted runoff and probably body parts of wayward criminals and victims of violence, but that's beside the point. The point is, yesterday was a lovely spring day, and I wanted to take my son for a walk along the mighty Cal-Sag.
The village of Worth boasts one of the handful of Metropolitan Water Reclamation District's super spectacular Sidestream Elevated Pool Aeration (SEPA) stations, which includes a pump house that sucks the shitty water up into an aerator and sends it down a series of flat pools terraced, creating a waterfall that gives the oxygenated water back to the canal. This supposedly increases the quality of the water, and the smell is ... singular. It smells like detergent and rot. But it makes for a scenic spot along the Cal-Sag. Observe the consistency of the water--and this is the "treated" stuff.
Baby and I strolled through the pump house arcade, stopped to read about the history of water sanitation in the Chicagoland area, had a chat with some police officers hiding out from the mean streets of Worth, avoided schools of cross-country runners and watched golfers tee off on the course to the north of us. I've been enjoying the filthy, industrial beauty of the Cal-Sag for as long as I can remember, and now I'm passing on that fine tradition to my son. We eyed up some springtime nature, including cardinals and violets, Illinois' state bird and flower. We saw muskrats on the mucky bank. It was a lovely day.
As a Bayliner cruised by on the canal, I began to get excited about the coming summer. Ken and I would be out there soon, too, headed to Lake Michigan via the city or the Calumet River. The baby will definitely be sitting out those boating adventures, but for today, he and I enjoyed the sun, the breeze and the onset of spring together. This sign should demonstrate just how delusional I am in my search for suburban beauty. No matter how full of effluvia it is, I can't help myself; I just love a good waterway. You may not be able to see the list of cautions on that sign, but my favorite caveat is that the canal is "unsuitable for any kind of bodily contact".
Identifying when nature stubbornly, even aggressively fights against industry and progress is something I do to find the beautiful within the ugly. It's something that I've done since I was young, and will continue to do until I die. Sometimes finding beauty becomes a struggle, but when I find it, it's all the more sublime. My experiences on the Cal-Sag have illustrated that consistently. It's a good thing beauty is subjective, because no one can tell me that I'm wrong.
