by Katelan Foisy
The night before Saturn made its conjunction with Jupiter I looked out my window at the Hancock building and 900 North Michigan Ave. They were lit bright in red and green honoring the holidays upon us. I remembered almost a year ago the first day of January I sat in the window of the now closed St. Jane Hotel looking out over the city from the opposite side. I didn’t know then that a pandemic would hit us within a few months. I had pulled that it would be a solitary and sad year and my mood that New Years Eve was anything but celebratory. I made the best of the day working on my business plan, taking photographs, and visiting the American Writers Museum. My photographs were mostly dark and somewhat shadowy. They were not what I expected and yet they somehow tapped into part of the energy to come.
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