MJ Cooper

In the northeastern shoulder of South Dakota, where the Coteau des Prairies rises in long, wooded swells above the prairie, there is…

There are houses that seem to stand with their backs turned to the present, their windows clouded not by age alone but…

On the northern shore of Lake Michigan, near Gulliver, there is a place where the land reaches out into dangerous water and…

In Evansville, Indiana, Willard Library stands with the solemn patience of a place built to outlast the hands that raised it. Its…

Cathedral Park lies in the shadow of a bridge that does not merely cross the Willamette River, but seems to brood over…

In Appleton’s Riverside Cemetery, where the living come softly and the dead keep their long, weathered silence, there is a family plot…

The Old State House stands in Little Rock with the gravity of a building that has listened too long. Before it became…

High in Chaffee County, where the mountains rise with the stern patience of old witnesses, there is a place that seems less…

Bannack had the look of a place that had been told to stand still and had obeyed too well. The street lay…

In Claremore, where the days can stretch wide and ordinary under the Oklahoma sun, there stands a house that seems to have…

People will tell you there are two kinds of dark in West Virginia. There is the honest dark, the kind that falls…

You can drive past the turnoff three times and still miss it, even if you’re looking. That’s the first thing they tell…