Category: Photography

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Protest signs on a Colorado highway and "Farm for Sale" signs across the nation speak of farmers who are disillusioned with government regulations, or who have decided to leave the business.

A Nation In Transition…Farming

Lou Thiel, 46, a college graduate and second generation potato farmer from Idaho Falls, Idaho, believes that “farming is a poor business but a great way of life.” Thiel is worried about skyrocketing costs–a piece of equipment bought for $2,600 eight years ago cost $13,200

Unemployed man with belongings across street from the State Department.

Faces of the 80s America, A Nation in Transition

Frank Williams collects donations for the “Temple of Lost Sheep” in New York City. Unemployed workers wait at Detroit unemployment office. Ray Lugo and daughter Christal at Unemployment Crisis Center in Flint, Mich. Mitch Snyder protests “Reaganomics” across the street from the White House. Unemployed

In the projects of Montgomery, Alabama

Our America: One Family in Search of a Nation
March 28, 1977

MONTGOMERY, Ala. — Winding the car along neighborhood streets, I watched the old, two-story white homes glide past. This had all the earmarks of a vintage city smack in the vitals of the deep South. There was some comfort in realizing we were back in

One of the many part-time residents of Martin's Cafe flashes his unspoken opinion of young whippersnappers with cameras as Ted Skirvanos (baseball cap) positions himself to shout out another breakfast order. Dishwasher Percy Harrod (right center) hauls another of the endless loads of dirty dishes to the washbasin.

Our America: One Family in Search of a Nation
February 10, 1977

HOT SPRINGS, Ark. — The drab exterior of Martin’s Recreation Center and Cafe isn’t much different than the inside, a 60-year-old brick building sandwiched between clothing and shoe shops along Central Avenue downtown. Those who don’t put much store in appearances venture behind the door

Lady K

Our America: One Family in Search of a Nation
January 5, 1977

GRAND JUNCTION, COLO. — When I was in school, a skinny geography professor with thick dark glasses used to talk about an infatuation with this western Colorado town. I could still hear him talking in a shrill voice about his fascination with the majesty of