I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast-rooted, they travel about as far as we do.
My grandfather was a laborer in California's Eldorado National Forest with the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s. After discovering a tattered album buried deeply in a closet and doing a little research, I discovered that he was also, on the side, an amateur photographer and leader of the CCC unit's photography club. This is a continuation of his 1937 project documenting the lives and labors of the other shirtless grinning youths digging ditches and swinging picks alongside him.
Working with the encouragement and assistance of the U.S. Forest Service, I've created a series of photographs exactly matching the scenes shown in the original photographs from 80 years ago, inhabiting the modern national forests with the very ghosts that created them.
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