Photo Essay
When I was a kid, my watery sanctuary was a lake. On late afternoons when Georgia’s thick heat made it impossible to do anything else outside, my mom would tell my brother and me to “get ready.” While we put on our swimsuits, she’d pack a brown sack with Chips Ahoys, pork rinds, and paper »
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Thaxton, Mississippi We come from the very land and water on which we depend for our survival. As the world turns, life also revolves. Spring gives us life. Summer gives us growth. In autumn, leaves fall and plants wither, becoming food for new life as the seasons turn back to spring. We produce from the »
Photo Essay
At first, you’re not quite sure what you’re looking at: a windshield blotted like a Jackson Pollock painting; twin smokestacks squatting over pale water; a sawn tree stump, so red at its center you’d think it was bleeding; land so dry it looks like a rash. These are the images photographer Will Warasila captured in »
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Reedville, Virginia The plastic-draped wooden structure in Fish Display welcomes you to Reedville, Virginia. Vastly out of proportion to its surroundings, it celebrates the role commercial fishing has played in “The Town Fish Built.” As the town’s unofficial symbol, it is just one of the vernacular structures that dot the region, taking pride of place »
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From “Tide and Time” | Salvo, North Carolina Jean Hooper, eighty-five, stands in the Pamlico Sound at the Salvo Day Use Area. She was born on Hatteras Island and has watched the sea steadily reshape the only home she’s ever known. Behind her is the Salvo Community Cemetery, which is slowly washing into the sound. »
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Bvlbancha: St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana Where does your water come from? How do we treat water? How is water treated? I’ll never forget, when I was about twenty, how I watched as my father made his way down the bank of the Mississippi to water’s edge, on a cold December day, to wash his face »
Photo Essay
While riding my motorcycle on Louisiana Highway 77 in 2014, I encountered a group of nearly fifty people on horseback. They commanded the narrow, two-lane road that runs along Bayou Grosse Tete, and I pulled off to the side for them to pass. As they rode by, I retrieved my camera from the saddlebag of »
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Arlington, Tennessee Pictured here is my maternal grandfather Aaron, the man I am named after. During his entire life, he worked with his hands, a self-taught carpenter and contractor. His life started in Crawfordsville, Arkansas, then he moved on to Earle, Arkansas, where he, his father, and his brothers grew cotton and sold their harvest »
Poetry
Hale County, Alabama LEDus stand here ____ future dinosaurnear the errors of three hands clappingwhat indifferent god particle sparking,through the strong ear and out the other.perhaps forgetting some string theory dangling,out inside the dinning deafness
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Miami, Florida The Tea Room is part of my FloodZone project, which looks at the subtle traces and signs of what is happening to the southern United States as it comes to terms with rising sea levels. The photograph was taken in Miami’s Vizcaya Gardens on Biscayne Bay after heavy rain. The tide is high »
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Elliston, Virginia Musician Laney Sullivan has been a powerful, persistent advocate for environmental accountability and efforts to stop the Mountain Valley Pipeline (MVP) and recently cancelled Atlantic Coast Pipeline. Her band Holy River has played countless fundraisers and its members have been leaders in connecting artists with impacted communities along both routes.
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Black Mountain, North Carolina As I walked up the hill with my camera, the Quiet House slowly came into view. I didn’t recognize it at first. I had memorized the photographs that Hazel Larsen Archer and Robert Rauschenberg made of the stone sanctuary and imagined a scene closer to their vision. But over seventy years »