The storm drains for my street are at the end of my driveway. The rain current drags all the debris past my home as the water hurries toward falling. But when the water stops, the details remain. Exposed. Vulnerable. I see so much of the past year in this, the limbo and surrender to where the flow decided to take me. I feel more sure footed and am ready to step into the remnants, ready to cross over what is left behind.
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.