Each year September waits patiently through the months preceding it, building strength, gaining momentum, plotting its next move. I've no choice but to go along for the ride, using the few remaining months of the year to adjust to its bold moves. Two thousand and nine is no different. I am walking into a new kind of freedom, a life I would have never imagined, a reinvention that is beginning to move out from beneath the shadows.
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.)