It is impossible to say how many have stood here before me. The house sighs with age, content and full. Many moons have hung above it, many decades have passed across this very porch. Cross its threshold and its new purpose housing artwork washes across your face like breath. It welcomes you, draws you in, beckons you to come and sit for a spell.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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