I love watching a city as it closes its eyes for the night. Chicago is a beautiful one to watch. I was standing on the Navy Pier and the light off the lake just seemed to pull itself over the skyline like a warm blanket. This shot is a reflection of that moment. It’s like you can hear a long sigh being breathed out.
“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained” The words of C.S. Lewis washed over me like a warm ocean wave this past weekend. It meant I had to replace what I wanted now with what I wanted ultimately. I’m not noble. I fought it. But I wouldn’t say I lost.
This coming weekend I am off to Chicago, one of my favorite cities in the world for so many reasons. As if I weren’t excited enough about the trip, I read tonight in my PDN, that both Dorothea Lange and Henri Cartier-Bresson both have exhibits there until November. Guess you know where to find me.
I missed the warmth and light of summer at 6:15 this morning. It was cold and dark as I set up my tripod. I’d had my tea, but the chill was still in the air and I wanted to snuggle back into bed. But bed was 42 miles away. So, I shot. packed up. got back in the car and cranked the heat. I have lived in this seasonal state my whole life. why am I still taken by surprise when the cool dark mornings come with autumn?