As I turned into the plowed over wheat field road, with nothing so much as a small wooden sign with an arrow and a raccoon painted on it, I grew more anxious. Nervousness before an event is always normal, but this was something new. I truly had no idea what to expect when I saw the circular tin roof peering down at me, and a whisper of people and clanging metal slugging out of the forest. What I didn’t know was that I was about to have one of the best weeks, standing alongside people who were kind, open, and passionate. I was at Echoes in Time, really getting to experience what it means to be a human living on this earth. The reason I began volunteering for Rewild Portland was because everything about what they do is so important for our world today, not the least of which is stewardship and connection to the land, and recognizing and uplifting Native voices whose land on which we now live. And while my own transition into the rewilding movement is slow, the people of Rewild Portland come to meet me where I am, as we all navigate through what it means to live in this modern world.
But I digress. Here is Echoes in Time.
ps. a few of these were shot on Portra 120mm. Can you guess which ones?