The Windy City

As much as I love open fields and country nights, I have a special place in my heart for cities. And when people told me that Chicago is incredible and beautiful, they weren’t just being sympathetic to the fact that I had already decided to move there without visiting. The lights, the buildings, the noises, the movement. The multitudes of people, each with their own story.

The woman who checked us out at the art store who is in Chicago because she’s dating a Chicago firefighter. She’s really proud of him and happy to be living here.

The older lady who at some point in the morning looked in a mirror and decided that the tight purple pants, teal tye-dye shirt, flowered hat, and crocs composed the look she was going for.

The old man with the tan, flat-brimmed hat who kissed his wrinkled wife’s forehead as they walked together along the lakefront.

IMG_0728

IMG_0764

IMG_0805

IMG_0817

chicagoatnight

IMG_1129

IMG_1086

IMG_1106

IMG_1111

chicagomadison

IMG_0940

IMG_0907

IMG_1035

IMG_1277

IMG_0993

IMG_0966

chicagoskyline

chicagogirls

IMG_1300

IMG_1308

chicagonight

I can’t wait to go back in a few weeks. To my new, wonderful city. I can’t wait to hear your stories, Chicago.

One Response to The Windy City