The tracks snake through the city, carving out lines to carry passengers from one destination to another. The platform stands solitary and steady, bearing the impatience that comes with waiting for the train. While out-of-towners find the experience novel and charming, the air is thick with daily routine and schedules to keep.
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.