His little paws have followed my feet through another year.
Patient, prancing, playing, resting.
Now we are both caught in the hazy days trapped between Christmas and the New Year, those last few days when things blur into reflection and preparation for a new calendar. I can't help but look down at my feet and look for him as I move through the house, he's always there, always looking forward to what each new day will bring.
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.