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Jetty, Niger Delta. A man arrives at the end of the day to sell ice cream to children who have finished helping unload diesel fuel from the creeks. © Samuel James
Work from James’s series “The Water of My Land,” which ran in the September 2012 issue of Harper’s Magazine, will be showing at the Half King in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan, from February 12 to April 7. Please join James and Harper’s art director Stacey D. Clarkson at the Half King on Tuesday, February 12, at 7:30 for a discussion of the stories and images from the series.
More from Samuel James:
Context — April 29, 2016, 11:34 am
Samuel James photographs the English Premier League season; Leicester City nears the title
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount the inventor of the yellow “smiley face” had received for it by the time of his death in April:
An astrophysicist observed that the early universe looked like vegetable soup.
In North Korea, a missile capable of striking U.S. bases overseas blew up immediately after a test launch, and in North Carolina, a G.O.P. headquarters was firebombed.
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