Craig SegallRailways and Walled Gardens: Creative Communities and Changing ClimatesThe rail enthusiasts have occupied a barn of a building at the fairgrounds. The small boy and his father making his way across the parking…Jan 7, 20181Jan 7, 20181
Craig SegallMarching Bears in AutumnThere is a muddy beach on the Mississippi in Iowa, below the bluffs. If you walk up from the river, you’ll cross the railroad tracks and a…Dec 2, 2017Dec 2, 2017
Craig SegallRemembering the Left in Trump’s AmericaI. The End of the End of HistoryFeb 5, 2017Feb 5, 2017
Craig SegallSwallows and Amazons and the Remembered WorldSomewhere in the middle of their long summer on Coniston Water, one of the Swallows wakes in her tent to bright shadows of branches on the…May 24, 2016May 24, 2016
Craig SegallOn Yearning — A Partial ReckoningWhen I was eighteen years old, I took a small school trip — a junket, really — to Italy. I remember the last night. We were in a coastal…Jan 24, 20161Jan 24, 20161
Craig SegallThings with Feathers, Things with Teeth: The Mice of Gough IslandComing up the glen, the young men of the expedition came upon a plain covered by nesting albatross. The birds were like snow, they were so…Dec 20, 2015Dec 20, 2015
Craig SegallAfter the Drownings, At the End of the SummerAll this long hot summer, as the river dwindled, we read of drownings. As the heat built, and the long California drought ground on, people…Nov 23, 2015Nov 23, 2015
