I am watching in tortured awe as the county waves its fists and clucks its tongues that my company, my career, my livelihood is not worth saving. I have spent the last decade engrossed in the automotive culture, watching as it has struggled against bad government policies, flail during the decline of the economy, and now as it grovels for the same aid that was so easily handed out to the financial sector. As thousands of Michigan residents watch the hearings in horror, there is no way to describe the tension that has now become every day life. It tears at each one of us, thick with betrayal and the unknown as we wait to find out the shape of our future.
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.