"The town is quiet, the streets are empty. But if you take the road into the backwoods, you’ll start to hear some noises. A branch snaps and there are voices, laughing. A few lights are on at one house and a fire burns behind a barn. And if you relax your eyes you can see that there are people all around. The folks who live further out don’t follow the same rules. They have their own idea of what the night is for.

Dylan Hausthor and Paul Guilmoth listen to the people who tell them stories of birth and death and their photographs are remnants of those who live along a little creek that floods on the same day each spring. This book is the result of many days in and around the stream and a testament to the power of the myths that fuel the towns in the distance."

— Vivian Ewing