From the archives (Smithsonian Magazine; Oct. 2015): The spot Sebastião Salgado wants me to see is a few minutes up a fire road, on a ridge he used to reach on horseback. We go there by SUV. The road is red dirt and the forest is young, but already its trees tower above us, and they cast a blessed shade. The legendary photographer, now 71, gestures out the window at the broccoli-top canopy of a
Sebastião Salgado Has Seen the Forest
Sebastião Salgado Has Seen the Forest
Sebastião Salgado Has Seen the Forest
From the archives (Smithsonian Magazine; Oct. 2015): The spot Sebastião Salgado wants me to see is a few minutes up a fire road, on a ridge he used to reach on horseback. We go there by SUV. The road is red dirt and the forest is young, but already its trees tower above us, and they cast a blessed shade. The legendary photographer, now 71, gestures out the window at the broccoli-top canopy of a