The quality is shoddy but I just took this from my cell on the balcony at work and had to share.
Notice how you can't see anything beyond the railing. That has nothing to do with the device used to take the photo. Me and my orange food loving eyesight can't see any more than you can. Folks, we have a white out.
Also, I would draw your attention to the icicles hanging from top of the railing. Again, not the camera, they have in fact frozen at a 45-degree angle due to the wind.
D & I were talking last night about the relationship between Chicagoans and winter. For as much as we all bitch and moan about the cold, the commute and the precip, there is a bit of an extremist in every winter Chicago resident. At our core, we revel in the idea of the great white-out as though it’s our great white whale. Something to survive, something to conquer, something to slyly boast about to family in Florida.
It bonds us together; a force to be reckoned with in our furry, rubber-bottom boots and yeti coats. We are not tanned in LA or tamed in New York. We are Chicago- your warm-hearted, ice-laden, sophisticated sister city of the third coast. Days like today may have us all making noise about shovels and snow tires but listen for that giddy undertone, that dark enthusiasm.
Yeah, we have the sailboats out on Caribbean blue water in the summer, we pick apples from goldenrod trees in fall and spring has us in hyacinths all the way down Michigan Ave. But it's days like this that make us think of ourselves as the resident badasses … and we might just be right☺