I don’t attend church. And I haven’t attended church in years.

Currently, I live right in the heart of Chicago: a block off Michigan Avenue and across the street from the Hancock building. And there are dozens of churches within walking distance from my apartment. One day I realized that I had not stepped foot into a single one since moving here a few years ago. Which is strange because whenever I travel, visiting churches is near the top of my list of sights to see.

I’m a bit of an amateur photographer (although I have been hired out a few times for events), but since moving here, I have been drawn to capturing urban landscapes and street photography. You can probably imagine that Chicago has provided me with more material than I could exhaust in a lifetime.

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