The local coffee house has so much more to offer then its chain rivals. The furniture is mismatched and worn, the walls covered in political messages, the mood slow and steady. A constant stream of people move between the rooms and in and out of the entrance. Its history is engrained on every surface. It is the ideal meeting spot for conversation with a friend, a most perfect way to start the day.
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.