12 October 2008

Where I Stand Sunday

Words are replaced by senses, taking over where thoughts once resided. Crisp snapping of leaf edges as I walk over them, a painter’s palette of color spilled everywhere, a fluid chill sliding around the sunlight, a stillness hanging in the air like a lullaby. I could stand at the edge of this season forever, easily slipping into step with its well worn melody.

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.

**To see my Where I Stand essay in its entirety, please visit my website.


michele said...

Stunning words and visual.

Yarnhog said...

Oh, I love the leaves!

Anonymous said...

Lynn... What a true pleasure it was meeting you at the retreat. Your Work Is Stunning... I so wanted to pick your brain more about things and hopefully we can do that sometime soon. I've always wanted to open a fiber store as well as getting a regular group together here in Indianapolis area. Hopefully I could ask you some questions some time soon?