During my stay, I fell in love. And I fell in love with Chicago. Its streets, its buildings, its people, its food. The rapturing feeling while walking throughout the Loop and the smell of the lake. I decided to share some photos taken throughout winter and spring, storms and sunshine, and always too much wind.
Let me also quote Carl Sandburg (I know, it’s a bit snobbish to quote some poetry, but it’s worth it):
“Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing I explored Chicago, looking for its hidden essence. After a while I realised that its essence was not hidden, but right there in front of me, in its people and its streets, waiting to be appreciated in its exceeding wholeness.