Chicago: I'm in my old Lincoln Park neighborhood, about two blocks from my old house, the one I left about eight years ago. It's a warm spring day, in the 80s, after (so I'm told) a cold early spring. It's one of the first few really warm days of the year. It's evening rush hour, so everybody is out, commuters plus people out for a run or a stroll, and the early dinner crowd. I'm watching from the window of a wi-fi spot on Armitage Avenue.
And it's mad crowded. The traffic is nuts, and they're all in a hurry, and no one is relaxed.
Maybe I'm just off a little today, adjusting to a sudden 20-degree jump in temperatures, but it doesn't feel good.
But I did get a lot done this morning, and I have two shoots tomorrow; one with a known quantity, a favorite model, and one with someone I've not yet met. I've barely begun to think about what to do with the opportunities.
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