Its our evening ritual. He peeks his head over the edge of the sofa and shyly asks to come up. He snuggles against my leg, resting against me with a deep sigh. He counts me amongst his own, a kind of sweet possessiveness that is fitting, that is contentment.
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.