A few weeks ago, the Chicagoland area had an impressive first snowstorm of the year. After the blizzard-like winds died down, I figured it was the perfect time to travel across the street and take some snowy pictures of Humboldt Park- especially since I do live literally right across the street. So I walked around for a bit, trying to avoid the nasty slushy sinkholes that got in my way every 10 feet or so. Dum da dum.

I soon came to a realization:

Humboldt Park is a little boring in the winter. It's that time of year when its flatness really stands out. What makes the park so great in the warmer months is all the people, the whirlwind of activity going on at every corner.

The snowy desolation made me feel like giving up and walking back across the street for some hot chocolate in powdered form.

Until I noticed the only other living thing hanging out in the park with me: a fat little squirrel.

And his companion! It was the perfect scenario. A friend of mine has a thing for squirrels. She asked me to take some "artistic squirrel photographs" a few months ago, whatever that means. While I'd thought a lot about her request, I hadn't actually followed through on the pictures. Now the little buggers had literally fallen into my viewfinder. I couldn't just let this opportunity pass. So I started snapping away. I took like 50 pictures.

50 pictures of squirrels.

Even when they got a little rowdy.
Really rowdy.

Then I started thinking: I have absolutely no experience with squirrel photography. I've never read a manual on how to photograph squirrels. I've never looked at other examples of squirrel photography on the internet. I have no idea what I'm doing- and it shows.

So I put it to rest. Good thing- the damn squirrels didn't want their picture taken anyway.

Maybe I'll try again sometime.