Mother-in-Law’s House

One afternoon shortly after I arrived in Chicago, I sketched the house my wife grew up in. Fifteen years had passed since I’d last visited here, and drawing helped to get my bearings. As I sat on the far edge of the lawn with my art kit balanced on my legs, I watched as squirrels collected nuts for the winter and rabbits hopped through the yard. It’s amazing how much wildlife inhabits this big city.

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