Her house is nestled in a footprint of history, a city that refuses to let go of its roots. The past stamps itself on the streets, the buildings, the neighborhoods. Mixed with the end of summer, there is a dreamy kind of stillness that barely stirs the air. I stood in her garden, feeling the stillness, soaking in the electric colors of the plants that spend their lives twining around the paths and tracks of humans.
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 Year Three. Year One and Year Two can be found here.)