The wind nudges swollen clouds around, casting a grey hue to the air. The rain is intermittent but deliberate as it throws itself over everything. The ground's inability to absorb any more moisture creates an imbalance and anxious pools of water swirl over my driveway. The summer season is continually suppressed by thunderstorms, each one leaving behind a surplus of humidity and weighted air.
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.