chicago nights

Chicago is most beautiful by night. The oppressive heat has floated away, leaving behind only the slightly sticky reminder of a hot summer day,

and you stand on the shores of Lake Michigan looking across the glimmering water at this collision of lights and concrete and life,

and marvel at the magnificence of man and technology. beautiful, for better or worse.

bridges hall, claremont colleges.

I started performing here when I was 11, and for the next seven years with the Claremont Young Musicians Orchestra.

Music is an outlet through which every feeling and emotion can be expressed distinctly, much more so than through any verbal or written form.

the university of chicago.

Lush and green, I thought I could squeeze the water out of the ivy growing along the walls and from the leaves growing on their bushel-like trees.

The English Gothic style of the campus architecture added to the fairytale atmosphere (fairytale for me, perhaps dungeon-esque for the actual students) as I climbed rusted ladders and stairwells, walked under stone arches, peeked into professors' offices, and sat in comfortable silence on old, wooden benches.

Everything is a fairytale in the summer. When winter comes, Chicago will be covered in a blanket of whiteness.

external hd woes.

on hiatus for the time being, while I try to figure out how to save my failed hard drive and all the photos that were stored in it... thanks for the patience. on the bright side, this means a deluge of photos to come since I have so many photos backlogged and ready to edit!

the glare of the sun.

Santa Barbara. Butterfly beach, easy livin'.

erica.

Breakfast at Rialto Cafe and sunshine in Craig Park.

Family life.

Just a few of the various things that mean 'home.'