This is my mother’s house, the place where my mind comes to rest the moment I step through the door. It’s a steady solid feeling, one without expectation. It is the one place where the seams will simply not split, no matter how hard they are strained.
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.