The wool and alpaca fibers pool at my feet in a cloud. The spindle rolls in one hand while the other helps the raw fibers find new purpose. The process turns to meditation and the mind stills as the rest of the world hums by.
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.