The shape, color, smell all play against the edges of my imagination. It's a hungry idea, this portrait of a world that exists in a limbo of this season. It leaks to the surface once a year, engulfing a tired world in a burning madness of color so full it can only exist in the span of a hundred breaths.
Where I Stand 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. (The project is now in its third year. Year One and Year Two can be found here.)
1 comment:
Are those pumpkins blue or black? I have never seen any like that!
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