Luther Burbank
The morning light in Santa Rosa was soft and forgiving, the kind that makes the world seem almost possible. In the spring of his years, Luther Burbank stood among his rows of seedlings and saplings, each one a living experiment, each one a small gamble against nature. His hands were rough with soil, his clothes plain as the field he worked, yet there was something in his eyes that spoke of endless possibility. Where others saw a patch of ground, he saw a canvas. Where others saw a seed, he saw a thousand futures waiting for their chance.
Dorothea Lange
California is a land of dreamers. Some come chasing gold, others chasing light, and some come with only the strength of their hands or the sharpness of their eyes. Dorothea Lange came west with a camera and a restless spirit, and from the moment she set foot in San Francisco in 1918, California became the canvas on which she painted the truth of America.