The color on the ground speaks volumes to me, beckoning to look closer and learn. Smudged with decay and breathtaking in tone as the fruit slowly dies away, leaving a brilliant display of the cycle of life and death. The sky above leaves a sharp contrast, grey and colorless and settling into the winter season. I'll hold the orange and red and brown in my mind over the next few months, drawing ideas from its gift.
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.