The city is restless. Cyclists blur, storms scatter, doors press shut, glass fractures the view. Flux is motion and collision, yet also brief sparks of intimacy through reunions, embraces, and crossings that dissolve back into flow.
Velocity
Wilson
Cyclist with Shadow
Doors Closing
Quincy
Crosscurrent
For the Birds
Divide
Transfer
Through the Glass
Tom Ford, etc
Chicago Style
Lunch Break
Can't Be Bothered
Procession
Reunion
Lake Lovers
Underneath Quincy