150/365 - i am free

many times, though not always, when we have a foundation of personal freedom, we are only as chained as we allow ourselves to be. for all the people who've fought for the freedom, real freedom, of this country, or any other, i thank you.

149/365 - in which i miss the bridge, but enjoy the result

seriously i could never tire of chicago. i could wander for hours and never get far from all the things i would love to snap...

148/365 - city in fog

there's something i love about buildings half-obscured by fog, seemingly emerging from the ether...

147/365 - i walk in dreams

"That many dreams within dreams is too unstable..." - Inception

all those things we long for, all those places we have been, all those dreams we have of what we will do, and say, and be, and create... they all intersect at some point, crashing into our built up reality like a freight train. sometimes you can jump on and enjoy the ride. other times you are crushed.

so here's to jumping on, screaming at the top of your lungs, and going where your soul takes you, no matter where that may be.

146/365 - graffiti love

i didn't get the right angle here. but i thought this just looked so cool i had to snap it anyhow...

145/365 - a tale of books, architecture, and bokeh

i would have pressed my nose to the glass in total drool over this bookstore, but my lens was in the way. having already had a full day, this had to be saved for another excursion. but i'll be back. and i might stay for hours.

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