J. Morgan Puett
byI’ve parked along a dirt road deep in the woods of northeastern Pennsylvania. I’m only about 150 miles from New York City, but I’m a world away.
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Megan O’Connell
byI pull into Detroit’s Eastern Market after a long drive from New York. The hot summer sun bounces through the cobblestone streets that distinguish the neighborhood.
Steve Hughes
byIt’s 4:30 p.m. on a Thursday at a dive bar in Hamtramck, Michigan. Nobody is seeking anything.
Rebecca Purcell
byIt’s a dry winter morning in the far reaches of upper Manhattan. The pulse of the city slows as the temperature drops, and a patina of salt and frost dulls the hues of the streetscape.
Bruce Dow
byBushwick, a historically working-class neighborhood that is predominantly Hispanic, has hosted a flourishing artist population for decades.
Chip Flynn
byFrom a production standpoint, Chip Flynn is an expert with fire. He doesn’t start the fires himself, of course, he has the robots he builds to do it for him.