The sculpture of erosion cracks across the wood, inviting pocks of moss and decay. Its like looking down from an airplane, watching the peaks of mountains pull away from valleys. This world is the result of a tree that could bear to stand no longer, all that is left of its decades of occupation. The ground is slowly creeping back up over it, working silently to reclaim it.
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.)
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