I found myself beneath that big tree this morning, walking barefoot among the shade's inhabitants. On this day, when fathers are honored, my heart reaches out to the things that remind me most of the man that helped to shape my life. The breeze pushed its way through the garden that he nurtured and began and my mind stilled, knowing he is there amongst the life that he helped create.
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.