I have spent most of my adult life in Chicago and I am fascinated by the ways in which the city’s identity is inscribed in its unassuming details. Chicago is a city of iconic architecture and urban design but that’s not what interests me the most. Rather, I am drawn to those visual elements that unwittingly manifest themselves as various functions of the city unfold. A blank billboard in an empty lot looks like a tabula rasa for Chicago, yet at the same time it articulates urban solitude. A cement factory at night is a glimpse of the city’s industrial edge; it is also a potential crime scene, if only in the way it makes me feel as I’m shooting it. And cracks on a wall make me feel more like a failed palm reader than a hunter as I try to decipher their significance.