Chicago designer + photo lover practicing the art of storytelling. iPhone only.
It was 21 years ago in November that I moved to Chicago. Although the architecture in this city is always in flux, the standards still impress me.
I’m thankful for all the little details.
She straddles the line between child and teen – equally joyful and uneasy with finding her way to independence. I never expected these middle years to tug at my emotions this much. ❤️
If only everything could be this peaceful...
And just like that, summer break is over.
Latergram from Saturday. I hope he remembers these summer nights, staying up past bedtime because we're hanging out with Uncle Eddie and catching bugs.
In all the rush to get everyone ready and out the door, I didn't stop to get a pic of her wearing her cap and gown. What I will remember is taking pause as I caught a glimpse of the young lady she's become. 😊Time marches on...
"So it seems to be that no one can look at a boy without being sure that some higher being … brought forth the love and affection and reasoning powers and the personality which go to make up a boy." – Boys' Life Magazine, March 1921
All of the feels today watching the 8th grade class perform "Grease." And I may have wept a few tears of joy and pride. I'm forever thankful for days like this. 🙏🏿
To be this flexible again. 😳
14. FOURTEEN. Celebrating this creative soul on her birthday. We're incredibly lucky to have you Mookie. 😍😍😍
3rd week of January, 2017:
How to disappear completely