This images in this post remind me of and were inspired by the 1920′s era poster by Oscar Rabe Hanson (right). More of his iconic work can be found here.

From a very small and very empty lounge high above the broad shoulders of the city, I watched the first gleaming of twilight chase away the witching hour.

It was my goal to share with you the graceful curves of Boul Mich as she wove her amber way south over the river. That roadway has long been a part of my life and seeing it again was like meeting an old friend.

It was not that long ago that I wandered these streets with a Nikon N70 in hand, exposing my first rolls of Velvia with my future wife. Time rushes by. On this visit my wife and son were comfortably asleep many floors below.

San Francisco has its own charms and soon I hope to make some cityscapes from its hilltops, but Chicago is a city with an entirely different pulse. It’s a dish of mixed flavors: a taste of the New York hustle, a hint of the Paris boroughs and a healthy dose of wonderful architecture.

Before the sun made its glorious ascent over Mishigami and I headed out onto the streets with my friend Matt, I was able to capture the great Gothic crown of the Tribune tower, south Michigan Avenue and the Loop gleaming like a jewel in the violets of early morning.