Its just a rug. Something to lay across the hardwood, a buffer between cold and my feet. What isn't immediately obvious is that its handmade.
In my country. In the USA.
My affection for all things made by the efforts of a human rather then a machine always tip the scales for me. Especially when they are just a couple states over, working in tradition, following in the footsteps of the people that came before them.
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.