In a bare, wind-scoured field in the 1930s, a man leans against the running board of an old car, a sleeping infant cradled against his chest. Behind him stands the family's home: a shack, cobbled together from scrap wood, cardboard and torn sacking, a single stovepipe jutting from the roof. A young girl watches from the doorway.
No caption is needed to explain what kind of life this is. It's the same visual world that Dorothea Lange and her Farm Security Administration colleagues were documenting up and down California at the time.
