Chicagolicious

The Out-of-Towner

A wise friend told me, "Honey, you can't be a tourist if you're not one." Her words have been swimming around my head. How I wish I could summon that feeling of excitement at will, but when I'm one of the locals it's nearly impossible. I was in Chicago recently and fell in love with the city for its wide open spaces and deep shadows, friendly people and public art. I made many photographs there because I felt comfortable to explore. I even initiated conversations – with strangers! While I didn't feel at home in Chicago, I felt free. It's a profound thrill to be an outsider with a camera, immersed in the exchange.

Stay tuned for more posts from my Chicagoland adventure.

Happy Meal

Lunch, 2:12 PM, Glen Spey, New York.

In the Colors

I know approximately where you are but your details are unknown to me. I can read the newsletter with its gains and losses, birthday wishes and events disclosed. Still, I understand little about you in this moment. My summer hope for you is to experience independence. All the while I dream of you, in color.

See-ya

I hoped for a calm, perfect moment. I imagined the four of us together, bathed in light and laughter, unhurried. But the list of spring obligations was relentless. We were carried furiously to the end of June. There were long, hard hugs. Scattered kisses. They smiled and waved. That was all.