The Surprisingly Beautiful Obama Museum

...Continued from previous post:
       I'd read descriptions of the Obama Museum calling it ugly, brutalist, an atrocity, and an intentional slight to God. But I still wanted to see it.
         And so the following day, a warm Monday, August 31, Tom, our daughter and I hopped a train to the Loop,

...then we walked,

...until we reached the stop from where we caught a bus to the South Side of Chicago.
       We de-bussed at Stony Island Avenue in Jackson Park, and soon thereafter the the most outstanding feature of Obama Presidential Center, the museum tower, rose up before us.

       Our approach brought us to the north side of the building. From close up the patterns on the stone tiles resembled cirrus clouds on a soft grey sky, in the      center - or rather, off-center - of which was a (as I later learned) 83-foot-high, 25 foot-tall stained glass window created by Ethiopian-American artist Julie Mehretu called "Uprising of the Sun." 

      I didn't know this piece of glass art existed on the building, as I'd only ever seen pictures of the museum from the south, or front, side. From this side it evoked to me a soaring cathedral.
       Why, this isn't ugly at all, I thought. I thought from this view  the museum tower looked quite beautiful. In fact I thought the tower was beautiful from all sides.

      But I especially loved the building from the south side, at the top corner of which is a screen of 5-foot concrete letters over glass that wraps around two sides of the building and spells out part of Obama's "You Are America" speech that he gave in 2015 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the Selma to Montgomery civil rights march. Also on the front of the south wall is a multi-story frosted glass panel that lets in light.

​      For me, with my admitted preference of the abstract over the classical, the combination of stone, glass, concrete cut-outs, and surprising angles soaring to the sky was wonderful and inspiring.
​     In front of the museum was a long line of people waiting to take pictures of themselves in front of the statue of Obama and Michelle.

      Had the line not been so long I would have gotten a picture of myself with Barack and Michelle.
     We also would have liked to visit the museum, but when my daughter tried to procure advance tickets for us online, she learned that there was a six-month waiting list for museum tickets. We decided that in February she could try again to get some tickets, and we'd come back to the Obama Center next August and visit the museum. 
​       And so for now we walked across the campus to the Obama Center branch of the Chicago Public Library. 

       The Presidential Reading Room

          There was something about being in here with all these people, in this space that for me evoked Obama and the spirit of the times during his Presidency,

...that lifted my heart and somehow gave me hope for the future.

      After our tour of the the Obama Presidential Center grounds we headed​ back to the bus stop and caught the bus back to the Loop.
     However at a certain point along the way our bus driver stopped at the stop where, his shift being over, he was supposed to hand over his bus to the next driver. But the next driver wasn't there to relieve our current driver. 
       As the minutes ticked past the mood in the crowded bus worsened, with people voicing their anxiety about being late for work, late for class, late for wherever they needed to be. 
           After about 15 minutes my daughter noticed off in the distance a Metra station, where one could catch a commuter rail to downtown Chicago. We decided to abandon our bus and headed for the Metra station, from where we were able to catch a very comfy ride,

...to the Metra hub in Millennium Station, which was in truth one of the most visually pleasing  train stations I've seen.        

       The following morning Tom and I set out for home. Our daughter walked us to the Western train station,

...though before boarding we stopped next door at Le Café Station Grille where Tom and I had such a good breakfast before our trip to Milwaukee (see previous post),

...and where we had another good breakfast this time, as well.

     After breakfast Tom and I said good-bye to our daughter, and soon after we were on the platform, waiting for our train to the airport, from where we'd catch our flight back home to Columbus.