A profile of photographer Ryan Muirhead.

Misfits threaten to diversify Provo, Utah, with The Boxcar Studios—an atelier and community events center.

Frank is owed a pension, but he can’t get it. Payroll won’t dispense it unless Frank has both an address and a bank account, but he can’t get either of those without the money.

When Steve and his brothers puffed stogies in the woods, they felt like men. They felt as free as the smoke that wafted from their faces up into the ether.

A profile of a young addict prompts reflection on the American way.

Had death come for Willy in that moment, in that matchbox garage, I suspect he wouldn’t have shuddered. Nor would he have succumbed without a terrible fight.

When Tiff was a toddler, her mother would send her to the neighbor’s to borrow a loaf of bread, which would serve as family dinner.

The Delta Bike Project supplies the community of Mobile, Alabama, with transportation, recreation, and simple work opportunities.

"It looks like I'm kind of a hellraiser and shit, but they think I'm an angel."

"Music is a shared form of art. It's one thing to play a song and enjoy it, but it's a whole other thing when you perform in front of an audience."

"I have no address, no bills, no power, no gas, no rent. I don’t have a care in the fucking world."

When Hill first arrived in Moab he had no intentions of settling down. He believed he could always live happily out of his truck. But over time Hill acquired—as he puts it—“a bunch of stuff.” Which includes a store full of bikes.

When Mama Peaches told the police she had been raped by the man who employed her, she wasn't transported to the regional hospital for a rape kit as you'd expect.

“I got cancer in my leg when I was 16, but the doctors were able to save me and keep it from spreading."

A few years ago, a tree nearly took Glenn out. Cracked his head, shattered his left arm. But he's still going.

Not everyone who lives on the streets is derelict, addicted, or unstable. Some of them we might even learn from. That's what I aim to do.

Mark began pedaling three years ago after his wife died. Nothing made sense after her death, he said, so he walked down his front porch steps, straddled his bike, and left everything.

Teresa Bird is a 25-year-old native of Minneapolis who’s staying true to her name, and flying. 

In a quiet, inconspicuous office on a dusty street in Salt Lake City, Dr. Walton performs his humble acts of heroism.

There's no way of knowing when you'll wake up in life, or if you ever will.

By most accounts, David is unforgettable. This, in part, is probably due to his tall, lanky frame, his curly locks bordering an afro, or his incessant smile coupled with a boisterous voice. Whatever it is, the man was infectious.