how the river flows.

the big muddy through the eyes of young photojournalists.

written for issue 17 of the new territory magazine.

Barreling down Interstate 70, my midsize sedan packed to the brim with treasures accumulated from past lives, I spotted a sturdy silver bridge peeking over the horizon. It was summer 2022, and I was fifteen minutes from my destination. Smack dab in the middle of the Show-Me state, Columbia, Missouri, held so much promise for me as an eager – possibly too eager – 22-year-old photojournalism student entering graduate school at the University of Missouri.

The Missouri River looked picturesque that day, with the overlapping ruddy green and brown hues glittering in the sunshine. I kept my eyes on the road, fighting the urge to continue staring out at the wiry expanse of water that stitched together the horizons of my past and future lives. Crossing the Missouri River for the first time, it was as if an invisible threshold had been breached. Looking back, this moment feels like a symbol for the growth I would experience as a photographer and editor focused on a wider community. 

I slid into my new life like a cold spoon into pawpaw spiceberry jam. A year passed; graduate work kept me close to campus. Then the river and I suddenly reunited. During a photo editors’ meeting, Brian Kratzer, one of my trusted mentors and the director of photography at the student-run city newspaper Columbia Missourian, pitched the idea of student photographers, videographers, and audio producers from the paper and KBIA, our NPR affiliate, to showcase stories of Missouri’s self-proclaimed “river folk.” Brian was thrilled at the visual possibilities that could come from River Town — it just required the right person to lead it. My hand was in the air before he finished his pitch.

That fall semester of 2023 was crucial planning time for me to define what River Town meant in terms of photography. I wore several hats during the process as the project’s visual champion, simultaneously juggling the responsibilities of managing the Missourian’s photo and video desk. I began by asking myself questions. If I were to stumble upon this project as the average viewer, what would I want to see? Who would I want to meet? 

I found my answers in the annals of the journalism library. In 1973, Angus McDougall, former head of the school’s photojournalism sequence, and his students documented communities in Lupus, Berger, Rhineland, Glasgow and Arrow Rock. The endeavor is considered to be the university’s first glimpse of life on the river. Several books were published showing the most intimate moments shared by a local barber and his clients, an elderly couple of lifelong residents and a town mayor on his last day in office. Poring over these books, I felt inspired to build on Angus’ legacy and reintroduce these communities through more modern visual storytelling. Now I just needed the team to do it. 

Clearing my throat and wringing my hands, I stood in front of 18 staff photographers on the first day of the 2024 spring semester, my last at the university as a graduate student. I had one shot to convince this group to believe in me and River Town. Through my wild hand gestures and unplanned speech, the staff heard my pitches for a photo essay about the only veterinarian in town, or a short documentary about the lifestyle of a small-town pastor — heck, introduce me to someone who’s lived in a river town their entire life. Let’s meet people and hear their stories. Let’s see who claims a piece of the Missouri River as home. 

 

I must’ve done something right because the response from the team was overwhelmingly positive. They were ready to work, and I was ready to lead.

Ultimately, I wanted River Town to be an experience of what it takes to produce a long-term visual narrative for students eager to jump into that world as soon as possible. I encouraged them to be vulnerable and prioritize the trust it takes for sources to let them into their lives and homes. I wanted them to create stories they were proud to call their own.

If Ellie Frysztak hadn’t messaged on a Hermann online community board, she would never have learned that the owner of Sharp Corner Tavern inherited the restaurant from his father, whose funeral program hangs over the kitchen’s entrance in memorial. If she hadn’t driven 45 minutes out of town on a random Friday with videographer Halle Paulus, she wouldn’t have known that a local artist from Westphalia was inspired to work with stained glass after seeing the colorful windows in an old church in Georgia. If Jamie Maron hadn’t revisited the Cox family in Rocheport with videographer Caroline Larson, she wouldn’t have discovered that one of the seven children hunts and stuffs the pheasants and ducks that hang on his bedroom wall. If Vanina Dimitrova hadn’t continued pursuing a story about a not-for-profit boxing gym in Jefferson City, she wouldn’t have heard about the coach’s own decorated past as a prolific boxer. 

These are the stories we wanted from the beginning, and they were the stories we received plus plenty of others. In total, the staff photojournalists and videographers produced 16 different stories for the River Town project. Throughout this process, the River Town visuals crew collaborated and helped each other in whatever way we could. Observing this teamwork develop as the project evolved instilled in me a love for leading others and a certainty in photojournalism’s power to bring people together.

In a way, pushing them to be their best made me push myself to be the best for them.

If it were not for the River Town project and the trust my peers and mentors placed in me, I would not be doing what I am today as the visuals editor at The Oklahoman in Oklahoma City. 

I often think of the person I was, barreling down the interstate and over the Missouri River for the first time. I bet she would be proud of the person she is now, keeping that stretch of water in her heart forever. 

So, let’s take a trip down the Missouri River to meet some friends we’ve made along its banks. River Town is yours just as much as it is ours.