Some moments from life lately of winter in Lincoln Park. My camera rarely sits in my hands these days with weekdays spent in an office and weekends spent absorbing some 9-mile, long distance friendships. If my excitement to lounge and edit these pictures communicates anything, it says that I miss it and will make a greater effort to do this very thing more often.
In 2016, Chicago was kind with its fall as it was in 2015. It was warm, lengthy and beautiful. Yet, it certainly didn’t ease us into winter. Winter has come blisteringly quick, with negative degrees approaching in the coming days. I’ll admit that I’m a Lorelai Gilmore-type when it comes to snowfall. However, with sub-zero temperatures, I’m already dreaming up about days in May when the sun stays out just a little longer.
I won’t make this a long but here are some of my “to do’s” for Winter 2017, written to hold myself accountable to do more than simplyread in my apartment:
Austin, Texas Photo Diary
Gourdough’s was so good that we went twice! Also to be noted: Elizabeth Street Cafe, Bufalina, Cafe No Se, and many many more. When the time comes, I plan to fully update this guide.
Humboldt Boat Park screams summer, during this season also known as – wait for it – summer. It’s blossoming and bright and boasts life in the form of people picnicking and ducks doing their water-borne thing. I’ll admit – I’m not the biggest fan of summer. I could arguably write a really persuasive essay about why it is not my favorite season. But photographs like these will surely bring back waves of nostalgia come February.
For some place so far removed from the lakefront, there was this wonderful breeze at the Park.
Fun Fact! You can actually fish here. Crazy, crazy cool things happening at a city park that feels like it isn’t.
Hi blog! It’s me, an old friend who seems to have lost your number for a few months. Life is busy around here. As I tell my Dad, I need to “figure out my life.” And he promptly replies, you can never “figure out your life.” In my head, I know he is right. This was a general theme of our conversations whilst traveling in Japan. I would talk, Dad would listen and I would realize that Dad is generally a wise guy. It’s a pattern.
Cherry blossoms! And spring in Japan! These are just the beginnings of the massive amount of photos that I accumulated from my Japan trip. I promise (pinky promise, really) to update and curate little guides in the next week or so. See you soon! Aren’t these cherry blossoms magnificent?
Our first stop of the “Let’s-Get-Out-Of-Chicago-During-Lolla” road trip occurred in Saugatuck, Michigan. It is the prettiest of perfects, with that nostalgic New England charm that I like. It is American flags proudly emblazoned on porches with bright red doors. It is strangers assuming a friendly “Hello!” in passing. It was an idealic beginning to an idealic day.
Do you ever wonder how towns like this stay afloat throughout the entirety of a year? I can imagine that the streets become quieter as leaves change and snow falls. I can imagine that the bustling Main Street becomes deplete of its usual lack of parking. And Uncommon Coffee Roasters serves far fewer cups of caffeine to its diminished clientele.
This idea seemingly relates to the idea of personhood. Are we the types of people that go through phases of charm and popularity, who soon lose their draw and appeal? Or do we prosper and charm year-round like the infinite warmth of Southern California? I always hold on to the belief that we get better with time – hoping that each year, I am better than the last. I think this belief stems from a specific kind of attitude – an attitude that can consistently find the sunlight in cold and bleak days.
Here’s to hoping that we shine year round.
There is no easy way to say this. I have been noticeably absent around these parts. I have been bad – breaking on promises that I promised to keep. It should not be a surprise that work is time consuming. And as much as I love my internship, I always love movement. My spare time is not spent typing away or shooting through my lens. It is spent covered in a summer sweat bustling from one activity to the next. The end of my days are rather mindless. Yet, as my internship comes to a close and the rest of my summer begins, I am determined to conquer the pile of photos on my desktop and the stack of books on my nightstand. And again, I will create the stories that I love to tell in this little space.
I am back. And hoping to be here for good. Instead of thinking up a creative narrative for these photos, I just want to leave them to soak. I’ll twist the story for you soon enough. It was a simple day, with a simple story. Picking blueberries. A whole bag of blueberries worth $2.77. It doesn’t get more simple or beautiful than that. Thank you thank you DeGrandchamp farms for being you!