The building is bursting with other worlds and imagination and alternative realities. Refuge is easily found in the pages of books. Even the carpeting promises an escape. There is a hush, pages rustle, people station themselves at every surface suitable for seating. Sitting inside this fortress of words, my mind settles and the tension trickles away. Here, amongst the thoughts of strangers I will never meet, is where I can truly rest.
Where I Stand Sunday 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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