The night dampens everything, wiping out color and tone, making it bleed into a kind of monochromatic stillness. I stare down through the rectangle holes with a trepidation, knowing the grate will hold me but all the while thinking of the empty air lingering below. The days have been full of deep rain and thunder and the tin sound of the water rushing below echoes in riot against the quiet of the evening.
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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