It’s February. The snow has fallen again, although not quite as much as a typical Chicago winter. The weather has still beaten down on some, while others embrace it. Several times a year, there’s the rare opportunity to catch the city in it’s minimal form. It’s the chance I wait for to get the shots I see in my head. There’s something wonderful about being in such a large space with a sparse population, a winter solace. I find it peaceful to wander without the usual annoyances of society’s vices. It allows me to notice the small things I haven’t before, and without the pressure of finding that solitary moment among a sea of bodies.