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  1. Bravo, Joerg and RoundTable. You show things we might be going right past without seeing. Detailed captions are great, but often lacking the date taken or published (even when it seems obvious or unnecessary). I came to Evanston in 1969 because The Review would let me try being both photographer and reporter. Reporting overwhelmed photo even during a decades-ago Northwestern football field dispute, and I moved on to editing elsewhere. So I am glad now to see photo being done well and steadily even if — and also because — it is often less journalistic and more artistic.

  2. This is the Evanston we cherish. These pictures capture our city’s best essence. Nature, visual artistic details, local diverse stores, small community gatherings (the Xmas carolers).
    Any of the ugly aspects that unfortunately already exist in Evanston were not given any credit for celebration. Why should they, why would he choose to depict lawns covered up by illegally parked cars dripping dangerous pollutants into the grass, light pollution greying up the night sky, crowds spilling out of the U2 area weaving dangerously through lines of cars plodding along Central Street. How could Mr. Metzner’s camera, document the shaking of residents’ windows during loud music events, even blocks away?
    Evanston has not yet sold its soul. Through 50 years and more it has held steadfast against imposing zoning changes that would diminish the residential quality of life and the small shops’ survival of an entire thriving neighborhood.
    Yet, once again, as many times in its greedy past, Northwestern University is dangling its bait to the City. A bait, once again, in exchange of imposing a regressive development on Evanston, transforming a corner of the green City to polluting entertainment hub , offering unlimited band drum beats, distorted loudspeakers’ avalanche of cacophony, and maybe even weekly fireworks booms to deafen the sounds of woodpeckers’ churrs, wrens’ hymns, and quiet yard conversations, offering poisoning exhaust fumes to cover up the fragrance of lavender, lilacs, and linden blooms, pretending their state of the art lights will not obliterate the few stars we may still see now, and depriving us of fireflies and sleep.
    Deafening decibels, light pollution, unlimited toxic car and bus idling emissions, a towering new construction looming menacingly over a corner of our beloved Evanston: this is what progressive Evanston wants?