I've always been drawn to photographs that don't tell you everything. Heavy shadows. Obscured faces. Reflections. People moving through a frame just long enough to become a blur.

I've spent years walking around Chicago with a camera. And what's funny is, I still find myself going back to a lot of the same places. Same streets. Same buildings. Sometimes even the same corners.

There are photographs I still think about that don't actually exist. Moments I saw while walking down the street that, for one reason or another, I never photographed.

It’s been over five months since I last posted a photograph on Instagram. The longest I’ve gone in over three years. And the funny thing is, I didn’t even plan on taking a break. I just stopped posting. And the world kept spinning.

I used to see something interesting, take the photo, and before anything could change, I was already gone. Eventually I realized I wasn’t always missing the moment. Sometimes I was just early.

Same streets. Same light. Sometimes only a few feet apart. But somehow, Rahel and I kept noticing completely different things.

For a long time, I thought if I changed locations, my photos would finally feel different. Better. But they didn’t. Because I was still looking at everything the same way.