My first ivy. Sort of like my first kiss. Went searching for more and was smitten.
Pushing itself out on a piece of cement bridge over the Chicago River near Webster.
Fat old ivy on a wall in lovely town of Loué, France.
My pal Paul lived in classic Chicago neighborhood of argyle street. Alleys, Garages and Basements oh my. Lot’s of great old ivy climbing around all of it.