When I see these stoned counters in other people’s houses, they seem, in their shape and their function, like places of business or places of death.
Then a change began slowly to declare itself. The horizon became clearer, field and tree came more into sight, and somehow with a different look; the mystery began to drop away from them.
IN THE PREDAWN HOURS of a recent summer day, Peter Mayfield walked through the skeletal remains of Manzanar, the mothballed...
ON THE EVENING OF FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2015, a wildfire swept through the small communities of Paradise and Swall Meadows, located...