The crispness of the air snaps against my face, brisk and insistent in its demands for attention. A sigh that has been building inside me all year is about to find release as the year approaches the resting season. My mind grows sluggish, thick with shadows and afterthought. It is a quiet transition that demands a subtle respect, a motion lurking in the background that creeps slowly along the edges of every minute.
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.)