Rust and circles. Right there, out in the open, and no one paying it any attention. The patch is out of place, encased by lily white concrete, segregated. I imagine the person who laid the objects on this spot was thinking of how to counteract all that blankness, looking for a way to punctuate the blandness with some movement and color.
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.