Some things are built to weather every season, every occasion, every turn in the wind. Whether hard or soft, their constitution is stubborn enough to claim their stake and not budge. The ability to bend without breaking lies side by side with the memory of each storm.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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