The metal staircase tugs me along from one floor to the next. Rows of people stand still and move at the same time, watching as the lower level falls away from them. The diagonal line of it tethers up and down together, eliminating the seams of that which was not built as one piece.
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.