08 April 2012

where i stand sunday

 Shadows are daydreams trapped for a brief moment, growing in the stillness of the thing casting them, flitting across the solid with a slick nod. I love the shadow time, quiet and thoughtful. No judgement, just being. The tree moves above me in a soft rustle, chastising the wind and in this moment, I feel the ground more fully beneath my feet then I have in some time.

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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