It was an evening of golden dusk, when shadows lengthened infusing the red brick with warmth and magic. The city felt eternal. I felt decades vanish. Mystery grew. Tar. Honeysuckle scented porches. The wail of a distant siren. This small work is for sale at https://www.artfinder.com/product/chicago-dusk/. I have a wide range of signed prints, featuring much of my work as well.