Bicyclist Passes Through Sunlight On Wells Street Bridge In Chicago

Caught this the moment before @edgilardon spotted me across the bridge (see his angle here). He climbed up on the railing and hollered out my handle, haha. I’m like, I guess I’ve worn this outfit in a self-portrait before? (And I thought that in a Derek Zoolander voice, fyi.)

It was my first time running into someone IRL who I’ve only followed on Insta—and made that much better because it was someone whose work I’ve enjoyed so much. Ed was super friendly. Such good vibes to rap with someone who is so obviously passionate about photography and this city. It’s time for me to pass this along—Insta friends, I’ll be looking for you out there! Happy shooting.


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Bride with Bridal Party and Groomsmen At South Pond In Lincoln Park, Chicago

Wedding budgets have been increasing steadily since the economic downturn of 2008, and in 2013, couples spent a record high average of nearly $30,000.
— Carley Roney, Cofounder of The Knot

$29,858 — Average Wedding Cost in 2013
$23,492 a year for a family of four — Poverty Line in 2012
15% — Poverty Rate in 2012 (first time the poverty rate has remained at or above 15% three years running since 1965)

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John Hancock Tower Reflected In Puddle At North Avenue Beach, Chicago

There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

Chicago is always a stranger to me. Even now, when I can bike to spots with my eyes closed, I greet an altogether unique scene upon opening them, seeing the familiar remarkably reborn.

#chitecture | #reflection_shotz

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Ray Bradbury Punched Me In The Gut: Why I’m A Second-Generation Science Fiction Fan

Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn’t exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again.
— Ray Bradbury

My father is a science-fiction fan. In grade school he handed me Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man, a book of 18 sci-fi short stories, one of which was “The Rocket Man.” Like the astronaut father in the story, I was transported to another world while reading it. I fell in. The Rocket Man was my world in full technicolor. Continue reading