The one hundred and one year old brick pushes back against the soles of my feet, full of memory. They form a discrete monument, encased in concrete meant to preserve and protect. The history of the city moves around me, swollen with whisper and promise.
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.)