Its depths are the masters. Collectors of secrets, skilled at pushing down things unknown, unwanted. It is impossible to move around its edges and not feel its pull. Its enchanting allure is unmistakable and demands respect. I stood where the only thing that separated us was the insignificance of two steps forward and marveled at the power it bears, at its beauty,
at its purpose.
at its purpose.
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. (You can view Year One of the project here and the gallery for this year here.)
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