Running on 2 hours sleep I stumble into the windy city. Disoriented, the impressive man-made structures that literally scrape the clouds from the very sky guide my way as I shuffle into depths of the â€œLâ€?.
Night fall casts its black coat over the city, Whilst hundreds of neon bulbs illuminate Randolph Street.
I find myself in the front row of a blues barâ€™s live performance. Rico McFarland laconically tears the house down As my jet lag slowly kicks in And whatâ€™s left of my 16 hours in destination Chicago rapidly ticks away.
Destination Chicago by Suite20Seven
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A photo essay shot in Chicago, Illinois.