It's lonely out early on a Sunday morning. Just a couple of gulls and some spraying water from the Lincoln Park fountain. It's in its last few days. Soon the water will be shut off for another winter, and its' basin will just fill with snow. Around these parts, I always find a bit of sadness attached when fountains are turned off. Although, it would present quite a photo op to see water here attempting to gush forth at 10˚ below zero, the damage would be felt long before the beauty. I guess I'll have to settle for some fall colors, reflecting water, prancing gulls and a building lurking in the background. Not a bad trade, if you ask me. Happy Autumn.