The sun burns high in the sky and its heat pushes down through the humidity. The stagnant water offers a mirror to the light in the sky, its reflection wrinkling on the surface. Occasionally the wind slides over every surface and all things organic breathe a sigh of relief for the moment of respite. Summer is staking its claim, auditioning its skills for the new season.
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.
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