The sun pushes against what is left of winter and as the snow submits, the streets become lined with rushing streams. Its like listening to a heartbeat gaining strength. The earth prepares itself for the growing season, shaking off the restraints of the cold and ice. The water makes that hollow tin sound as it falls through the grates and there is no doubt that the thaw has begun.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.
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