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Warren Woods path, trees and scenery. A man, Professor Frank Johnson (FCM or other institution?) standing near a tree. Part of the Wildflower Preservation Society trip series: photographer unknown, 1914; posted 17 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
A nagging little mystery persists concerning what happened to the professor in Warren Woods. Were his eyes burned out by what he had seen? Or had he merely later become the victim of an insane, possibly vindictive photo-developer? And if so, when? And why?
Professor Frank Johnson in Warren Woods. Part of the Wildflower Preservation Society trip series: photographer unknown, 1914; posted 17 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
"I have to ask, why are the eyes like that?" -- Kid Gibson."He ate the magic mushrooms." -- Hart Ryan Noecker. "The eyes were scratched out on the original glass plate. We're not sure why." -- The Field Museum Library
While we were musing idly over these several questions, some months passed. Seasons changed. Snow fell. Time reversed on its axis. Two years mysteriously went by in the wrong direction. More snow fell.
Footprints in the snow and trees in Jackson Park, Chicago: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
"Who was walking alone in the cold snow? Did they have far to go? We'll never know." -- Retired at last
We all have our secrets. Not every life lies open before us like one of those old books, the kind that had spines and pages.
Could those be the professor's solitary footsteps, a man pursued, his desolate tracks in the snow?
Unidentified bird on a branch, possibly Northern Shrike. Jackson Park, Chicagos: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Plowing on heedlessly through the silent white medium, the blank unwelcoming snow, did the professor notice this little bird, exposed to the elements much as he himself now was, naked unto the world as he presumably was not, and all the same bearing up stoically? Would it have provided him a stirring example of courage amid adversity? Could those have been the professor's solitary footsteps, his desolate tracks in the snow, and we, so busy with our own pathetic affairs, not even having noticed?
Benches in snow and unidentified house. Jackson Park, Chicago: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Herring Gull in snow. Jackson Park, Chicago: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Spying the tracks of that first-winter Herring Gull, probably just blown in off the Lake and at least as lost as he was, would he have felt he was not as alone in all this as he had supposed?
Herring Gull in snow. Field Columbian Museum building south exterior in distance. Jackson Park, Chicago: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Here a bit of orienteering experience would have come in handy. Taking his bearings on that hardy if somewhat confused bird, he would have glimpsed the cleared road, and beyond, the gleaming apparition of a citadel of knowledge.
Herring Gull in snow. Jackson Park, Chicago: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Chicago houses and backyard with an unidentified bird. (Verify if bluejay?) Possibly the Hyde Park neighborhood: photographer unknown, 1912; posted 3 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)
Can the professor then have stumbled on out of the Park into a nearby residential neighborhood, where he would perhaps have glimpsed a bird in a birdbath, perched atop a pile of snow? What kind of bird would do such a thing? Was the professor in fact not a murderer but a birdwatcher after all? And if so, what would have made us think such an unkind thing about him in the first place? Have we got the whole thing wrong, failed to read the signs all along? Are not all historical persons innocent until proven guilty, and after as well for that matter?
Warren Woods path, trees and scenery. Part of the Wildflower Preservation Society trip series: photographer unknown, 1914; posted 17 January 2007 (Illinois Urban Landscapes Project /The Field Museum Library)