FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.
—Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.
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FISHERFOLK - NEW ENGLAND

The hardihood of the fisherfolk and the sailors is still evident, and the mores of an insular colony remain constant. Manhood, for instance, is determined not by legal age but by the first fishing trip. When a stripling passes this initiation, he takes to smoking a corncob pipe and is recognized as a man, no matter what his age.

Rhode Island, A Guide To the Smallest State (WPA, 1937)

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Michael Cevoli is your Guide to New England. He was born and raised in Norfolk County, Massachusetts and now lives and works on the water in the seafaring town of Warren, Rhode Island. He’s a commercial and editorial photographer and you can follow his work on Tumblr, or on his website.

THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI
Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.
Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.
Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)
What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.
Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.
* * *
Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
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THE APRON MUSEUM - IUKA, MISSISSIPPI

Aprons have always been a backdrop in the culture of the kitchen. Mostly worn by women, aprons have evolved to provide people all over the world with a layer of protection against mess and dirt. Aprons are used in food service, carpentry work, the medical field, hair salons, construction and even mechanical work. There is not much history known about the origin of the apron. Paintings dating back to the 1300s depict women in aprons, but we really don’t know precisely when and where the apron was invented.

Since 2006, Carolyn Terry of Iuka, Mississippi has owned and curated the world’s only apron museum. With over 3,000 aprons, she is proud to explain where some of her most prized collections have come from. Estate sales, donations, and her private collection cover the walls and racks of the right side of the store. On the left side, aprons and vintage collectables are for sale starting as low as $3.00. Each apron has it origin and date received on it for collecting purposes.

Carolyn is most proud of her Claudia McGraw aprons. Claudia, from Black Mountain, North Carolins, had a popular tea room where she hung some of her hand made aprons on the wall. Within hours of hanging them they all sold. She became one of the most popular apron makers in history providing aprons for Greta Garbo, Eleanor Roosevelt, Amy Vanderbilt and many others. (Searching online for a Claudia McGraw biography is not easy.)

What makes the mystery of the apron so interesting is how the information is found only through talking to an apron enthusiast. If you Wikipedia apron you don’t get a historical account, timeline or specifics.

Stories passed down through generations and memories are what we have as origins for this piece of clothing known as an apron.

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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.

MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
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West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
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West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
* * *
West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.
—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.
I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”
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West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.
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MINER PRIDE IN THE TUG VALLEY - MINGO COUNTY, WEST VIRGINIA, and PIKE COUNTY, KENTUCKY

The southern miner, his face and overalls coated with coal dust, slow of speech yet cursing fluently to pad his thin conversation, tenaciously holding to the ideas of his father’s religion, and striking boldly for what he considers justice in social, economic, and political life.

—West Virginia: A Guide to the Mountain State (WPA, 1941)

Miner decals, they range from the straightforward to the humorous. Some even imbue overtly sexual connotations. All are an outward declaration, a statement, of miner pride.

I’ve driven through mall parking lots and stopped at gas stations to find them. The first one I remember seeing was while driving through Logan County, West Virginia. It said “Friends in Low Places.”

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West Virginia Guide Roger May is a proud Appalachian and documentary photographer currently living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but born and raised in the Tug Valley region of southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky. He’s currently enrolled in the Certificate in Documentary Arts program at the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University, where he’s also a part time instructor. Find him on Twitter at walkyourcamera and keep up with his writing and photography at walkyourcamera.com.

TORREYA TAXIFOLA - NORTH FLORIDA

Left from Rock Bluff on a dirt road to TORREYA STATE PARK, 15.5 m. on the Apalachicola River. This 520-acre park was named for the evergreen Torreya taxifola, rarest species of the genus Torreya, found here and for 10 miles south along the eastern bank of the river. Because of the unpleasant odor when bruised, the tree is known as ‘stinking cedar.’ Two other varieties grow in Japan and California, but both differ in size, leaves and color of fruit from the Florida tree, which rises in pyramidal form to a height of 40 feet.

Florida: A Guide to the Southernmost State (WPA, 1939) [Find it at a library near you.]

Torreya State Park is about an hour west of Tallahassee, the state’s capital in northwest Florida, where I currently live. The park opened in 1935, a project of the Civilian Conservation Corps, a New Deal, public work relief program. Its namesake, the Torreya taxifolia, or “gopher wood,” is a small coniferous tree that is currently listed as Critically Endangered by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (ICUN). The numbers are staggering: “Before the start of the decline in the early 1950s, the population was estimated to have been more than 600,000 […] The current population is estimated to be between 500 and 600 trees.” Efforts to preserve and maintain the tree range from academic studies from conservation biologists [PDF] to a citizen biodiversity protection group who are “rewilding” the tree in and around Asheville, NC and other select locations.

The Florida Torreya is one of the many native Florida plants that are indigenous to the Big Bend—one of the the nation’s most biodiverse ecosystems. Many of the indigenous flora and fauna are endangered due to overdevelopment.

Guide Note: This dispatch was inspired by a personal project: an experiential auditory piece meant to invoke the physical and aural sensation of observing the T. taxifolia in its native landscape, the limestone hills of the Apalachicola River Basin, while it slowly disintegrates as a species. The author is collaborating with Josh Mason (Jacksonville) and Michael Diaz (Tallahassee). Photographs by Michael Diaz, images courtesy of State Archives of Florida, Florida Memory project.

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Micah Vandegrift is a Floridian who has not once been to Miami. He fell into academic librarianship after finishing a degree in American and Florida Studies wherein he wrote a thesis on Gainesville’s post-punk music scene. His dream vacation is to take an airboat ride through the Everglades, stop off in Gibsonton, catch a show at Weeki Wachee Springs, camp in the Dry Tortugas National Park, hang out with the bison on Paynes Prairie, catch a flick at the Silver Moon Drive In,  walk the trees at the Myakka River Canopy, and finish the trip with an Dipped Cone at Del’s Freez in his hometown of Melbourne, FL. Micah can be discovered all around the web, mostly rousing rabble about librarianship in the digital age. Find him on Twitter, Tumblr, and Flickr.

EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.
—North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.
Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.
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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.
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EDEN, NORTH CAROLINA

North Carolina was strongly influenced by the “Great Revival” that swept the country after the Revolutionary War and lasted intermittently until the War between the States… This emotional preaching, interspersed with stirring hymns, induced physical manifestations known as “the exercises.” These included the phenomena known as jerking, wheeling, dancing, laughing, barking, and falling down.

North Carolina: A Guide to the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Eden, North Carolina is a city in Rockingham County that nearly borders Virginia. It’s where the Smith and Dan Rivers converge. It began as a utopian colony founded by William Byrd II and was later sold to some planters by Byrd’s son to pay off his gambling debts.

Guide note: One of the best photographic gifts I’ve been given was a viewing of Tod Papageorge’s “Passing Through Eden" read alongside some passages from the book of Genesis. Since then, I’ve been struck with some depictions of this biblical state of mind.

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Aaron Canipe is a State Guide to North Carolina. He was born and raised in Hickory, North Carolina and received his BFA in photography from the Corcoran College of Art + Design in Washington, D.C. Aaron also helps operate Empty Stretch, a DIY-publisher and blog. He’s exhibited work throughout the South and has been published in the Washington Post and the Oxford American’s “Eye on the South” blog. Follow him on Tumblr at mysteriesmanners and see more work on his website, aaroncanipe.com.

TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

—California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 
There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.
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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, or through her website.
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TREASURE ISLAND - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The site of the Golden Gate International Exposition of 1939 is Treasure Island, created by dredging the bay near Yerba Buena Island. … Treasure Island, once the exposition has closed and its temporary structures have been removed, will serve as a terminal for trans-Pacific flying clipper ships, which will take off and land in the sheltered lagoon between its southern edge and Yerba Buena Island. 

California, A Guide To the Golden State (WPA, 1939)

Once a novel, then a naval base, now a resting place for the intentionally or necessarily cheap of the Bay Area, Treasure Island is the San Franciscan neighborhood you’ve never heard of. Probably because it lives, alone, surrounded by the cold Pacific. Straight across the Bay, take a left at Alcatraz, and if you’ve hit Oakland, turn back—you’ve gone too far. Or, you can take the 108 bus from the Transbay Terminal, and you’ll face a stomach-dropping view of San Francisco—the whole of it laid out before you, bookended by the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate, and rivaled only by the sunset spreading behind it. Grand. 

There is a single bar on the island. A single grocery store. A single hot dog stand. And plenty of singles. The population is diverse, but the housing is row after row of the same white two-story. Except, of course, for the housing blocks that have been sectioned off by fencing and marked with radioactivity warning signs. This is where I live. With four roommates and two hairless cats. Feeling stuck. In the middle of the Bay.

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Grace Mendenhall is a sci-fi lover and yoga enthusiast who gets paid to edit videos sometimes. She graduated from the College of William and Mary with a BA in Philosophy, then studied documentary photography and multimedia at the Salt Institute in Maine. She’s a native of Austin, Texas, but has lived all over the States. Now, she spends most of her time in the Bay Area, enjoying the sunshine and artisan toast. You can find her on tumblrInstagram, or through her website.

CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.
—Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.
(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)
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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.
Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.
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CABELA’S - HAMBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The denuding of woodland tracts accounts in large part for the disappearance of elk and moose and the regrettable diminution of other forms of animal life in Pennsylvania. Early settlers found the wilderness teeming with game, the lakes and streams filled with fish, while the sun was often obscured for several minutes by dense flocks of migratory fowl.

Pensylvannia, A Guide To the Keystone State (WPA, 1940)

Guide note:The Cabela’s store in Hamburg, PA is the largest of the company’s 50 brick and mortar facilities, with 250,000 sq. ft. of taxidermy, firearms, ammunition, cafeteria and aquarium. Location: 100 Cabela Drive, Hamburg, PA, 19526. Hours: Mon-Sat - 8:00am-9:00pm; Sun. - 9:00am-8:00pm.

(Images numbered top to bottom, left to right: John Michael Kilbane - 1, 2, 7, 8; Erin Chapman - 3, 4, 5, 6.)

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John Michael Kilbane is a midwesterner recently transplanted to New York to intern for Lapham’s Quarterly. Now he is a sometimes writer, researcher and photography enthusiast trying to make it work in the big city. You can see his photography and writing evolve, hopefully for the better, at johnkilbane.tumblr.com and on Flickr.

Erin Chapman is a co-editor of The American Guide.

WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY
Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.
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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.
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WINTER - WINDHAM, NY

Windham is a small town nestled in the Catskill mountains. It has a largely white, middle class population of around 2,000 inhabitants, which fluctuates on weekends when vacationing New York City residents visit to enjoy the ski resort and mountains. Well preserved architecture from before the turn of the 20th century adds charm to the main road (Highway 23) passing through.

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New York Guide Lydia White was born on the 4th of July and has been an independent spirit ever since. She spends her free time exploring what NYC and the surrounding areas have to offer. White has been photographing interesting people and unusual landscapes for nearly a decade. Follow her on Tumblr at lydia makes pictures or on her website, LydiaWhitePhotography.com.

RURAL NORTH CAROLINA

Hard-working, hard-headed men, with no foreknowledge of the inevitable change in relationship from money and land to money and machinery, attached themselves and their region to the change.

North Carolina, A Guide To the Old North State (WPA, 1939)

Growing up in the Northeast, and being a photographer, my impressions of the South came largely through looking at photographs. So I was cognizant of the history of photography in this region—the work of the Farm Security Administration photographers, for example—when I moved to North Carolina from New Jersey in 1989.

I soon began exploring with my cameras, drawn to those places that are off the beaten track, neglected or abandoned.

By 2008, North Carolina was the third-fastest-growing state in the United States and the fastest-growing state east of the Mississippi River, and it was losing some of its distinctive characteristics. I’d become an unwitting witness to an inevitable transition.

I have now photographed in more than 365 cities, towns and small rural communities across the Tar Heel State—from Aberdeen to Zebulon, from the mountains to the coast—motivated by the dedication of my predecessors and by the affection I feel for my new home. Although my aim is to make good pictures, a local reviewer perceived a bigger picture when she wrote: “David Simonton records for us the old North Carolina at its moment of passing.”

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David Simonton is a Raleigh-based photographer. His North Carolina photographs are in the collections of the George Eastman House, North Carolina Museum of Art, Asheville Art Museum and the Do Good Fund: Southern Photography Initiative. Find him on the web at www.davidsimonton.com and follow him on Tumblr at davidsimonton.tumblr.com.

LIBERTY TOOL CO. – LIBERTY, MAINE

There are many ways to get to Liberty, Maine, and that is why it takes so long. The 30-mile journey from coastal Rockland should take about 45 minutes, but when you leave the coastline and head inland, the bounty of the countryside and the infinite side roads are simply a temptation. It is too easy to forgo the direct route that your navigation system recommends and choose one of the more enticing side roads. And once you’ve made that first welcome detour it is like peeling an onion. It may be a bit more roundabout this way, but the scenery is worth it. In late winter you’ll also need to factor in the ubiquitous potholes and frost heaves that are incredibly unforgiving and require driving below the speed limit for intermittent stretches.

Along the way you may pass through the towns of Union, Freedom and Hope. Or countless others that are quiet and desolate and draw so little attention to themselves that you may not realize you’re passing through a town at all. It is typically a tall, steepled church or a small nondescript post office that betrays the town center.

Liberty, Maine is just such a town, only there are a couple things that set it apart. One is The Old Octagonal Post Office from 1870, which is hard to miss (and now on the national historical register - open on Saturdays in summer). The other is Liberty Tool Company, a large three-story building in the center of town.

Even on an empty Main Street in the middle of March it is clear this is the heart of the place. With a population of less than 1,000 and just a few commercial buildings, there is almost nothing else in Liberty to distract you from it. And once you’re inside, it is difficult to tear yourself away.

From the Liberty Tool website:

The Liberty Tool Company consists of a four-story balloon framed building built circa 1885. Until the Liberty Village General Store was constructed across the street in 1891 (it is six inches higher than the Liberty Tool Company), this building was the largest wooden structure between Belfast and Augusta. In the old days, Liberty was a main overnight stagecoach stop with a number of hotels, canneries, foundries and other enterprises. The Liberty Tool Co. building was a general store with a rooming house on the second floor and a dance hall on the third floor.

Today it is known for tools, specifically hand tools, and it is the largest second-hand tool store in New England. The first floor is simply overflowing with tools and hardware. Apparently they also likes to poke some fun: on a large wooden cabinet with 50-plus drawers, among the ordinary labeled drawers such as “Allen Wrenches” and “Door Hardware,” you’ll also find ones labeled “Left Handed Kanuter Pins,” “Peyote Buttons,” “Fig Newtons” and “Nuclear Waste.”

The second floor is more tools, but also books and more books. On the third floor—“Grandma’s Attic”—in addition to more tools you’ll also find antiques and curios, as well as a lending library. On a sunny day in July perhaps you’d be tempted to sit awhile and flip through one of the numerous titles available to you, but in mid-March with the outside temperature hovering at freezing, there is no incentive to stay too long in Grandma’s Attic as the inside temperature is also hovering at freezing. Despite the old adage that “heat rises,” that would not be the case at Liberty Tool. The oversized wood stove on the first floor does a wonderful job cranking out heat to about arm’s length, but from there the heat simply disappears like it does in all old buildings. Also, as the shopkeeper told me, all the metal tools do a great job of sucking up the heat so it can’t find its way upstairs.

There are few actual destinations among all these small towns in this interior piece of mid-coast Maine, but Liberty Tool is one worth finding, and if you’re anywhere remotely close the journey is absolutely worth making.

Guide note: Liberty Tool is located at 57 Main Street in Liberty, ME. Hours - Wednesday through Sunday, 9:00am-5:00pm; open at 7:30am on Saturdays; open by request on extreme cold weather days (call ahead).

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Guide to the Northeast Brett Klein lives in Connecticut and works in New York, but prefers small town life and his home state of Maine. Any chance to get rural is a mental vacation. Follow Klein on Tumblr at The Coast is Clear. His curatorial collection of Americana, rural life, other artists and ephemera can be seen on Tumblr at Tons of Land.