Signs of the season have sprung up, almost suddenly. Time slips off the calendar like a stranger trying to hide a secret, quiet and full of haste. Here I stand at the yawning late half of the year when everything must rest in order to start again and for the first time in a long time, I am in step with it. I've regained the rhythm that has been so foreign, I can look at the calendar and see the future with soft eyes.
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.)