If you’re a mural artist, what a thrill it must be to have your work seen by so many thousands of people every day. It must be that much more gratifying to paint something besides a woman posing next to an oversized beer bottle, which is typically on this building. The downside is that everyone is a critic, so I’m sure he’ll get an earful about those, um, big nostrils on Jonathan Toews. Mario on the assignment desk, to his credit, kept his eye on this Chicago Blackhawks mural – er, beer ad – and on the schedule so I could shoot this building. If the painter was just using a harness, it would have been interesting to photograph him as he painted in the face. But the horizontal scaffolding would have marred the full effect of seeing the mural. The sun was out, so I parked and waited for the mural to emerge from shade, hoping the scaffolding wouldn’t lower much further. I couldn’t leave without seeing the eye-popping red hit by direct sunlight.