Its out of place, this scene. Where thick white snow and ice should exist, I see a perpetual autumn trapped like a polaroid that someone forgot to shake out all the way. I'm drunk on the colors of the landscape, rich with muddy tired tones that whisper ideas to me.
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.
1 comment:
so poetic! beautiful!
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