The color burns bright and furious, complimented by the heat pooling off the blacktop behind me. Amid the explosion of green leaves, it is a contradiction that burns bright. It reaches out to me every time I pass it, groping for a connection, seeking a way to be remembered. I run my hand across its whisper leaves, relishing its peace, its strength.
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.)
1 comment:
Oh I am salivating. What a gorgeous plant.
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