The rhythms of American democracy are a sure and steady thing. Every two years, we choose a new Congress and a new state legislature: every four, we choose a president and a governor. In times like these where we worry about the future of our democracy, these rhythms are a reassuring reminder of how deep our democratic roots run. For each of these elections since 2004, I’ve gone to the same corner in my Connecticut town – Enfield – and I’ve photographed the election signs there. The only year I skipped was 2018, where for whatever reason there were no signs at all. I’m happy to report that this year the signs are up in abundance.