The brewery is one of those places. History is trapped in every pore of every surface, its walls and floors and tabletops used well and used often. A fair dotted with outsider art lines the walls, drawing in thick crowds of people. Beer, coffee and good company tangle together and creates hazy contentment.
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.