The light in the gutted movie theater is muted and I immediately begin to consider which camera to use, what ISO I can get away with, what is my fastest lens. The dancers we have come to photograph are changing into costume somewhere in the back of the building that…

A few miles north of Cheyenne, I turn off of I-25 and head east toward Nebraska; the second morning of a two-day drive from home in Santa Fe to the Badlands of South Dakota. “No services for 78 miles.” The sign is battered as if in testament that I am…

Somewhere north of Many Farms, AZ in the Navajo Nation, the earth began to lay out flat in front of the car as if it would never end. Used to DC traffic, it was oddly peaceful to be moving at 75 miles an hour with no one in front or…

I didn’t see Lady Liberty right away. That’s not to say I didn’t see the real person standing in front of me at the Washington, DC Women’s March. Rather, the moment of recognition came later. One day a few weeks after it was shot, I opened the files of my…