The ground is scarred, worn through to the bone. Stepping across the small concave spots creates tiny stabs in bottom of my feet. Its hard to know if it will return this season or if it will need to rest another year to regain itself. The ease with which nature brutalizes itself creates a new kind of awe and respect.
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.