The conservatory sits near the water, housing plant life foreign to this part of the world. The trees strain against the glass ceiling and the concrete floor build a strong foundation to their cage. While I welcome the opportunity to be surrounded by growth and life, I feel somehow sad for my friends. They are arranged in neat rows and beds according to plans they never consented to. The contradiction between life and restraint creates an electric environment.
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.