The Story Behind The Photo...

Have you ever captured a dream in the palm of your hand?

My journey to photograph Wrigley Field during a summer sunrise was exactly that, a dream for my father, a lifelong Cubs fan. Chicago awakened around me. The streets filled with the scent of Lake Michigan mist and fresh coffee while the “L” train rumbled in the distance. The heartbeat of the city was a rhythm of anticipation.

As I approached the “Friendly Confines,” the air held a hint of magic. This iconic ballpark, standing since 1914, rose before me in the quiet dawn. The sight was a bridge across generations, witnessing nearly a century of joy and hope woven into the brick and ivy.

In the silence, I could almost hear the whispers of the past, the cheers, groans, and the crack of the bat. I set up my camera to capture not just the red art deco marquee, but the soul of a place where dreams live.

Then, the first rays of sunlight kissed the iconic red Wrigley Field sign, igniting the stadium with a majestic fire. Click. I had captured more than an image. I had secured a memory for my father.

Handing him the photograph later, his eyes lit up with the same fire that dawn had brought to Wrigley. In that moment, I understood that the most profound connections often come from the simplest acts of love.