There is something strangely comforting about being surrounded by large human crafted cement and metal structures and lots of people. Which is an odd thing for me to say as an recovering introvert who would prefer to spend his time isolated in the middle of the wilderness, photographing the landscape, or just shooting the breeze around the campfire with a small handful of good friends. Yet my recent visit the windy city evoked in me something familiar. It wasn’t the fact that I had been there before. I grew up in Illinois and visited Chicago several times (I was even lucky enough this visit to hook up with my best friend from Illinois Aaron Brigham who has the coolest collection of super hero and super villain models I’ve even seen). It was as though I had shed a misconception and warmly allowed myself to, for once, enjoy something I had convinced myself was not me.
I suppose if we take a moment and let down our preconceptions, discard those ideas in our minds that we have aggressively defended in the name of something we have forgotten (like the idea that I’m just not a city boy and there is nothing I can do about it, or I don’t like football because that is just who I am . . . a non-football lover) then we might discover that familiarity, enjoyment, and child-like discovery are our constant companions.