11 January 2009

Where I Stand Sunday

The yarn has been twisted into a new thing, this thing that feels like home. I can feel the ridges of the stitches beneath my feet, lining up in the same rhythm I used when I made them. It’s a warm pressure, soothing in the face of the glaring bareness of winter glowing through my window. It holds the pull of sleep, of dreams, of the things that only find a voice when our eyes are closed.

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.


Kat Campau said...

Are you standing on Babette? I can hardly believe how much knitting you get done. (I know that one was crocheting.)It makes me want to crochet again.

Julaine Lofquist-Birch said...

Toasty tooties?