Its like looking inside a daydream, trying to see through to the other side. It is a temporary state, this fluid solidness. A pause in existence, a stutter before its full potential can be molded into something touchable. The sunlight becomes trapped inside it, pushing around auditions of what it can be, what it wants to be, what its meant to be.
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.