I’ve been working at the Columbia Missourian as a reporter-which is decidedly less visual than I would like. I’ve missed shooting, but I’ve been learning a lot about story telling (and gaining a whole new respect/reverence/ect for people who do reporting on a daily basis).

So, I’ve spent most of my Christmas break clacking away on my laptop writing up crime briefs, and I think Mark thought I could use a break. He was right. 

We went to Chicago for the weekend and did typical touristy things, like eat ten pounds of pizza each. We briefly visited Tribune Tower, which was stupidly exciting, and left me a little teary-eyed. I’ll blame that on a then budding cold, or something. Emotions.