Pictures tell stories, whether they are daubed in ochre on a rock wall or viewed here. They reveal who we are or who we were. Each image is stamped by a time and place. In her essay, “Melancholy Object,” Susan Sontag writes, “In the past, a discontent with reality expressed itself as a longing for another world. In modern society, a discontent with reality expresses itself forcefully and most hauntingly by the longing to reproduce this one.” It’s always about our world, this singular, shared human experience. It’s about who we love, what we desire, and what we fear.