I've been away from Seattle more than often than not recently—I've been on an extended trip to Washington, D.C. again, taking care of my wonderful friend (and surrogate mother!) Barbara since last month. We decided to stay in Washington longer than we initially anticipated in order to participate in the Women's March on Washington, and I'm sure glad that we did. The prolific turnout at the march was record-breaking in its sheer volume—the largest protest march in American history.
Being part of such a massive, defiant protest in the most uncertain and discouraging political climate of my lifetime was oddly comforting and reassuring. It reminded me of the power of people to make a difference and wield influence on the policy makers who were elected to represent us—all of us. It was a beautiful sight to behold, seeing so many types of Americans coming together for the same causes of equality regardless of gender identity, race, sexual orientation, religion, and physical ability.
Faced with a resurgence of our nation's weakest intentions—deceit, greed, exploitation of the underprivileged, demagoguery, egomania, and an unquenchable thirst for power—the Women's March on Washington instead brought together a magnificent display of our country's best attributes—intelligent, rational, considerate, passionate, accepting and loving people of all ages, exhibiting their differences as strength. It was a true honor and privilege to partake and photograph so many thoughtful Americans.