Hidden in Plain Sight, The Strange, Sad and Surprising Story of Baltimore's Lost River - The Jones Falls

Since we attained the grant from Women in Film and Video in D.C. we’ve been on the prowl to scamper up footage. I always see myself going through the squirrel gathering nuts phase in all stories I approach, where you just go out and get material and worry about it later, but Hidden in Plain Sight has taken the process to ferril heights. With the press of Covid-19, the outdoors being a refuge in a whole new way, the project is very much being processed through my emotions. There is the living of hitting this trail like a living mantra, day after day, soaking in the seasons, the monotony and the beauty, repressiveness and a sense of true life unabashed and so very plain, over and over. Then there is the mission of redefining the idea of urban wilderness, using the idea that nature needs to smell one way, ,look one way and if it’s not. It’s not nature, it’s urban decay. Well that’s our base line —- urban decay.

Under the North Avenue Bridge at the foot of the Falls Road, reported to be built over a Native American Trail