THE WOMEN’S MARCH in Astoria, Oregon, my home, was a moving experience for me.
I went to photograph it, the individual participants, to try to get to the essence of the event that way, its emotional base. I think I succeeded. I took a huge number of photographs, 441, so I was bound to get lucky, but the results were much more satisfying for me than I could have imagined at the outset. Also, the feedback that I have received from the few images I shared on Facebook has been gratifying. Thanks to all who commented online or sent me notes.
Getting caught up in the emotional aspect of the event narrowed my focus and intensified my concentration. I never stopped moving and taking pictures. Usually, I feel like an observer, an outsider, when I photograph events. Yesterday, I felt a part of the whole and also on a mission that I had to get right.
As challenging as I have found street photography for the last 50 years, I keep doing it, even though I am often discouraged before I go out the door with the camera and then often feel justified in that discouragement when I return. Yesterday was different. The sense of community I felt among all those present amidst the truly horrid political change in our country fueled something akin to a passion in me that I think was reflected in how I worked that day and in the resulting images, a number of which please me.