02 January 2011

where i stand sunday

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.

1 comment:

Jean Baardsen said...

Welcome back to Lynn's feet! Love, love the rust in the ice/snow. Beautiful!