It is candy apple red toenails painted by a friend for my amusement. It is the soft cushion of new grass beneath bare feet. It is the smack of the raindrops on the leaves. It is the touch of my mother’s hand on the back of my head as she walks past. It is the sigh of my dog as he settles beside me to wait things out. Patience and life’s pleasures are found in the smallest dots of the day. Seconds pool into minutes and hours and days and weeks. This pause is something of a bizarre gift as the world and I get to know each other again.
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.