I stood in the snow and the cold, ankle deep and breathing air to sap one's resolve. Though the adage that a good photographer must miss many meals always holds, its hard to keep that thought top of mind when the bone starts to take the chill. Still, if I made it through this, then I suppose Harper Memorial Quadrangle is but a small challenge.
It's difficult for me to believe that 14 yeas have passed since I would sit on the other side of these windows at the long, sturdy tables and read for class. Back then the end of the day would find me rearranging chairs before closing up the library, students having drawn them in little prayer circles around the heating registers and away from the monumental and un-insulated windows.
Time has a funny way of slipping away when we turn our heads; and as we age, we acquire more and more responsibilities and causes to turn our attention elsewhere, to focus on the business of life. In so doing, time slips away all the faster.