11 September 2011

where i stand sunday

All I could see were those thin tiny cracks in the lower left corner. The small piece below them held in place by the sheer willpower of weight from the larger glass. I've not been able to settle today, a quiet anxiety sitting just beneath the surface. Like that crack, small but sharp and disruptive.

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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