The violent stutter of color is like a drug, pulling my attention to places I would not otherwise look. I stand in the cold rain and smell the decomposing leaves around me and try to memorize this moment, this second where the world seems the most alive as it shudders under the weight of heavy grey storm clouds.
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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