cold frames of chicago
I took these photos in the heart of Chicago, during a cold fall afternoon when the sky turned pale and the air carried that quiet kind of melancholy. The glass towers along the river reflected each other like thoughts overlapping — cold, sharp, and unspoken.
These photos came from that feeling — cold but inspiring, lonely but full of meaning. Sometimes you don’t need warmth to create; you just need a place that reflects how you feel inside.
Every building felt alive in its stillness — the clean lines, the mirrored facades, the rhythm of metal and light shaping the city’s silence.
Chicago has this way of feeling distant yet familiar. The wind cuts through the streets, the bridges hum faintly with passing trains, and the skyscrapers rise like emotion frozen in form. It’s serious, elegant, and raw — a city that understands the weight of being human.
