This was taken at the #womensmarch in Astoria, Oregon. A group of my girlfriends were in town having a mellow bachelorette weekend at a cabin. Some of us privately discussed wanting to attend the march but didn’t want to hijack the focus of the bride and her time to be celebrated. When we decided to pitch the idea of going there was zero hesitation — by the bride in particular. All of the women were 110% on board and believed this was pinnacle of celebrating our friend, and all women.
I can’t even describe the pride I felt in my chest or the overwhelming hope I felt marching with women I love alongside women and men I didn’t even know. All of us unified for the future the future of females; of all people. I was soaking it in while daydreaming of when I would tell my future children that their mother participated in a historical moment. That’s when I looked over and saw this little private conversation happening between an older woman dressed as a suffragist and a young girl participating in what I can only imagine was her first march. They were stopped, not marching but talking and truly seemed to be asking each other questions. And that, the conversations that come after we stop, ask questions, listen and seek to learn from those who have gone before and those who are coming after — that is when things change, and that gives me hope.