photo essay

  This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be here. It’s January in Michigan. The ground should be smothered in snow. Sleeping.  Instead new life is emerging and I want to tell it to wait, to go back. It isn’t time.  At the same time I…

  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…

In 2007 I started a photo + essay series called Where I Stand Sunday. I took pictures of my feet somewhere and wrote about what I was thinking and posted it every Sunday. The blog series lasted into 2013 and I’ve long wanted to…