Its been too many days to count since I've felt the push of the warm bricks against the soles of my feet. The overhang of the porch creates a sharp transition between the coolness of its presence and the warmth of the new spring day. The lazy air nudges around me, too lazy to work itself into a full scale blown, lingering on the heat in an appreciative pause.
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.