These photographs are part of a project called The River Sessions. Over the course of 14 months during the pandemic, I amassed 365 images, looking upriver on the Willamette, all taken from the same spot at 7 a.m. at George Rogers Park in Lake Oswego, Oregon.

Over time, the daily visits became little pilgrimages. It would not be an exaggeration to say I went to the river as I would enter a cathedral—or a quiet Quaker Meeting House. Expectant, humble, ready to receive. Ready to offer up a prayer. It became a practice, a ritual. Going to the river became a daily anchoring point.