My good intentions nudge around me, seeking a way to integrate themselves into my life. I tangle my fingers around them, holding them close, feeling them absorb into my skin. They are weighted, determined. They promise to trail behind me every second of this new calendar, reminding what is most important.
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.