They are like a brief pause, a slight glance over your shoulder at something you were never really sure was there in the first place. They are tread upon with complete thoughtlessness where only one day earlier they were framed against the sky on the highest branches of the tree. Their temporary flash leaves an imprint in my mind, an idea that perhaps a few dramatic moments will linger longest out of a lifetime of steadiness.
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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Yes, we do remember the dramatic moments. What kind of tree are those from?
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