Same Hill, Different Day

For the past 12 years, I have been documenting a hill in my neighborhood in Chicago. At first, it was just a marker on my walk to the lake, but over time I started to realize that the hill was alive and locals used it on a daily basis. I have seen people running up its slopes in the fall, flying kites in the spring, sledding down in the winter, and sunbathing in the summer. I even saw an ice cream truck parked on top of the hill, defying the law. The hill was my first friend in this city, and it has become an ongoing play that I get to watch as the locals put on a daily show.

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