Sasha Duerr was a painter, but something in her oil paints was making her sick. She looked to the natural world and found a rich bounty of color that artificially produced paints couldn't begin to duplicate.
"I've been a rancher since I was a little bitty girl," Wynona Winters says. "My grandfather and grandmother were ranchers, and my daddy was a rancher, and I married a rancher. I'm 77. Ranching is my love. I think you have to love ranching to do it."
Heidi Kooy taking control of her own food sourcing with a 100-square-foot vegetable garden in the backyard of her small house on San Francisco's southern edge, along with a gaggle of hens and a couple of Nigerian dwarf dairy goats.
"By growing my food and interacting with it from start to finish, I hope I can learn some things about the world that I've missed by living my whole life in cities. This private concrete space is my ticket to understanding the entire living world!"
Chef Magnus Nilsson, of Fäviken - arguably the most isolated, serious restaurant on the planet -takes hyper-localism to an almost absurd level. What he doesn't forage, he grows in a lantern-lit root cellar and his own vegetable garden.
When you lose the use of one sense, the others become heightened. That's certainly true for Gerry Leary of Boulder, Colorado. Leary has been blind since birth, yet he operates a successful coffee roasting business and a café near Boulder's main pedestrian mall, Pearl Street.
From her modest but cozy home in the mountains of North Carolina, Ashley English is providing a model of party-giving and camaraderie for a generation more concerned about authenticity and human connection than about making a big splash.
The Poor Porker beignet cart reflects that thrifter's sensibility. It's a curated trove of weird found objects and quirky personal passions, so genuinely strange that it's hard for people not to fall in love with Masse and Wilson's vision of the world.
A cool spring had come to the Northern Rhône Valley, and Nancy Kerschen was growing restless. Many months had passed since she'd moved from California to France to grow grapes with her true love, Julien Cécillon. But the lack of sun meant a delayed harvest.