The icy wind blasting inland is one of the colder experiences I've had for a while.
My how I suffer for my art.
I was in Chicago for 24hrs or so and had little time to snap pictures other than during the back and forth to meetings.
It was cold.
I seem to be losing gloves as fast as I buy them.
The third pair of the season decided to part company with me on the ride in from the airport and now resides in the back of a taxi.
Especially without gloves.
The sky was flat and grey affording a dull unattractive light and I'm afraid combined with numb hands turning a sickly shade of blue, the pictures on this post are less than inspiring.