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Photo taken at Lost Dutchman State Park in Apache Junction, Arizona, January 2015. 

8x8 Gallery // 365 Project: Week 8

I've committed to a photo-a-day project this year. Three hundred sixty five photos. Every single day. No latergrams (what we call photos taken more than a day earlier in the Instagram world). The project was inspired by Myk Little, one of several photographer friends I've made via the Instagram community in Chicago.

50/ 365: Confession: I didn't take this photo today. For the first time in 50 days, I "failed" at my photo a day project. I had every intention of braving the cold and taking photos of Water Tower Place after an Apple Talk on Michigan Avenue tonight. But you know how the saying goes: You plan, God laughs. Those photo plans were derailed by a migraine. So, a pic from the archives is good enough for 50/365. 

51/365: That kind of day. 

52/365: Gray day, but at least it was (relatively) warm! 

53/365: It may not even have hit 20 degrees, but the sun was shining 🌞 & the skies were finally blue, so I got out for a 3-mile run at the Morton Arboretum. Sure beat the treadmill!

54/365: Cold duck. 

55/365: Tuesday workspace. 

56/365: This is how you do a Wednesday. I WAS looking for Stan's Donuts and ended up here instead, because I'm blonde and I got excited when I saw "DONUTS" in neon, not realizing I wasn't quite in the right place. I was on the right street, but hadn't gone far enough.  The donut was ok. It just means I need to go back and find the actual Stan's Donuts next time! 

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A good reminder if you're stuck in a rut: 

Thoughtful Thursday

8x8 Gallery // 365 Project: Week 7

I've committed to a photo-a-day project this year. Three hundred sixty five photos. Every single day. No latergrams (what we call photos taken more than a day earlier in the Instagram world). The project was inspired by Myk Little, one of several photographer friends I've made via the Instagram community in Chicago.

43/365 The new Laura Ingalls Wilder annotated autobiography is 370+ pages of stories that brings back memories of days spent reading the Little House on the Prairie books when I was a child. I still have the set of books my grandma gave me one year; they're dog-eared with love. My ideal afternoon is spent curled up with a good book (and I'd be lying if I didn't say it included something sweet like these owl cookies. (Full disclosure: the cookies are just a prop for the photo, as they were a Valentine's gift for my roommate's kid. I put them back in their box without tasting -- or licking! -- them.)

44/365 My loot from Wednesday's FlippinChi // FlippinPubs print exchange! It was great to meet so many new people & put faces to the names behind Chicago's talented Instagram community. Looking forward to the next one! 

45/365 This cutie is fascinated by his new Beggin' Poppers treat jar. I know, I'm a dork -- I basically bought my dog a Valentine. He waits so patiently for the treat to fly off so he can chase it down. (Ok, so he cheated once and "stole" the treat before he understood he was supposed to wait for it to pop.)

46/365 Swimming lessons. 
I can't tell you how many hours I've spent staring at the black line at the bottom of the pool. I was a serious swimmer from grade school through my first two years of college (can you say shoulder injury?). Pruny fingers, chlorinated hair, goggle marks on the face, 6 a.m. training sessions. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Swimming taught me discipline, that I could keep going just a bit longer than I thought I could, to have faith in myself, and to keep pushing through to the very end. Because every second counts. 

47/365 Can you believe this was my first time inside the Field Museum?!

48/365 Liquid Gold

49/365 I'm not a cat person, I swear. Cats don't listen when you tell them to sit still for pictures. But this one sure is cute.

Weekend Adventures: Afternoon at the Field Museum

Sue! 

This weekend's adventure was on a Monday afternoon, but since it was a holiday, it was technically a three-day weekend! A group of Chicago Instagramers met up at the Field Museum for an IgersChicago photo walk and scavenger hunt. We were far from the only ones at the museum. February is free admission for Illinois residents at the Field Museum, and Monday was also President's Day, so it felt like every family in Chicago was stuffed into the museum -- and on the #146 bus from the downtown loop! 

I took the bus from downtown, and the bus was standing room only; people were turned away at the last stop. I didn't get a seat, which was a bit nerve-wracking for someone who can't hear and has bad balance. First, I can't hear someone behind me asking me to move, heycanyoumove, MOVE!!!! when he or she wants to get off the bus. No matter how alert I try to be (without making too much eye contact!), I end up blocking someone's exit. It happened yesterday, and the woman was not pleased with how "rude" I was for not moving outta her way in a timely manner. Whatever. Second, if you've ever been on a city bus, you know they lurch and slam on the brakes like there's no tomorrow. If you're an experienced rider or have the balance of a surfer -- no problem. Me? I hang on and don't let go. I don't really care if I look like a greenhorn who's never been in the city; I don't want to fall into some nasty stranger on the bus. But riding a crowded city bus full of grumpy people sure beat walking all the way from downtown in subzero temperatures! 

Anyways. Field Museum. I'm ashamed to say I've lived in Chicago for three years and this was the first time I'd set foot in the museum. It's an architectural beauty. Light and airy, but still packed with an enormous amount of history. There's still a week and a half left in February; I will have to try to go at least one more time this month. Even if I don't make it for the free admission, I'd really like to check out the Vodou exhibit!