The rust bleeds up through the melting snow, tinting the frozen water a foreign orange. The sudden thaw has sent a silent exhale through the air, wrapping itself around the repercussion of the warm temperatures. The disruption in the season feels strange, unsettling - a blip on the radar that doesn't belong.
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.
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Welcome back to Lynn's feet! Love, love the rust in the ice/snow. Beautiful!
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