The Women’s March in 2017 was my first protest. Only looking back do I realize that my camera was focused on how men were participating in the march, which makes complete sense because a part of me was asking why I was there. What do I know about women’s suffrage? Do I have the right to even take pictures here?

I have never seen or experienced anything like that in my life. Marching. Observing. Chanting. Laughing. Crying. Screaming. Waving. Locking eyes. Participation is how you learn. When I ran out of film, I switched to my phone.