Christopher Trotchie
Klamath, Oregon
I first arrived in Corvallis in 1995, when my stepdad began his studies at OSU while serving as an officer in the Navy. Over the years, I’ve lived in many other places, but whenever someone asked where I was from, Corvallis, Oregon felt like the most honest answer.
When I walk through Corvallis now, nearly every place I pass carries a memory. These places feel like old friends - changed by time, but still themselves. The textures, surfaces, and familiar corners of this town often express my emotional state better than words can.
More than nostalgia, Corvallis feels like home because I first learned the meaning of community here.What sets Corvallis apart from other places I’ve lived in is the connective tissue people share. The common ground doesn’t rest in ideology; it lives in an unspoken agreement to look out for one another - in the belief that everyone belongs here for a meaningful reason, whether visible or not.
Here is a collection of photos of the faces and some places from the last year, while back in CorvallisI hope Corvallis endures, even as it continues to change.
