I missed the hope-filled Obama years. And so, when I moved back to America in 2016 just before the Presidential election, I was expecting to be present during the era of the first female president. I was excited to experience the days of a strong female leader, and to see how that might influence my young children. Like so many Americans, I became angry and despondent after Inauguration Day. Frustrated and feeling hopeless, I began to attend rallies in NYC. Soon I began photographing at them. Thus far I have focused on documenting demonstrations; photographing the people who attend them, the press that cover them, the onlookers in the streets gawking at them, and the overlap that occurs between these spheres at the junction of their meeting.