09 September 2012

where i stand sunday

I stood in the early morning chill, with the sun slanting in from the right. The uneven light blurred the details of my toes and threw a blanket of bright shadow across the saturated pavement.  A wave of nostalgia pushed around me. Wet blacktop from a dawn rain, small yellow leaves. I remembered why I started the project, I remembered when I stood on the pinpoint of unbearable grief and was looking for a way to soothe the time I needed to spend there.

In that still moment of the beginning of the day, I realized I've lost sight of the small things. I've forgotten how to slow down and look. I've retrained myself to walk past the world and stand on it without regard or consideration. So I'll begin again, looking and writing and soaking in that tiny pause that weaves into a lifetime of experience. 

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. 


sherry peterson said...

so glad you are back!

KAM said...

Your where I stand notes have deeply connected with me...thank you for taking a journey back to them and to once again share where you stand with your readers. These words do make a difference.

Kathy said...

I've missed this...hope you can keep doing it. It's a nice start to a Sunday!

Sea Air Arts - Deb H said...

I've missed your "Where I Stand Sunday" posts. It's a reminder to me, too, to stop and look around and take it all in. They are little mental 'pause' buttons as well as delightful photography and thought provoking poetry.