An abandoned car and strange wooden debris are among the scattered remains of the old sand and gravel quarry.

Thousands of crosses and markers for soldiers who lost their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan blanket a California hillside.

A rococo retro-futurist future-rustic vernacular between yesterday’s tomorrow and the future that never was.

This mountaintop beacon is only lit three times a year but shines like some kind of all-seeing eye.

The final resting place of a woman who never gave up on love.