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The Windy City
A friend and I just had a whirlwind trip in Chicago. I always thought I wouldn’t really like Chicago. I have no explanation for why, exactly, I thought this, but I know I’ve felt this way for a long time. Even when I was in high school and was offered a partial scholarship to the Art Institute of Chicago, I had absolutely no interest in even visiting. Ever. But circumstances led me there this past weekend, and turns out I was wrong all along. I love Chicago. Even though I was only there for 2 days and most of the time I spent at a conference, I just fell in love with the city. I want to go back just as soon as possible, and this time actually have time to explore and to take my damn camera out of my bag and take a few pictures. But for now, my few Hipstamatic shots I took will have to suffice.
I love the packed atmosphere of the city: apartments and houses almost stacked on top of each other, creating a beautiful jagged skyline. Tiny back porches and fire escapes, riding past Wrigley field every day while listening to the clickity clack of the train, cafe signs with flashing lights and 1950’s lettering, and just the hum of the city’s soundtrack were all things that made me fall instantly in love. And yet there seemed to be a soft quietness underlying the bustle of the city, which made me swoon even more. And I hope I get to go back some day.
Where We Art 