Lincoln House

Scar Tissue

Photographs by Justin Kimball

Text by Emily Gold Boutilier

Fifteen years ago, Justin Kimball arrived in Arkansas to empty out a house—really a “storefront shack kind of thing on the side of the road.” He was there with a friend whose recently deceased great-uncle had lived there alone. Walking into the sparse living area, Kimball found only a chair, an ashtray that was also a lamp and cardboard cut from the insides of Wheaties boxes.

What Do You See in This Picture?


Think you know what Amherst looks like?

Little Worlds

Photographs and text by Samuel Masinter '04

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn’t tell you which.
His beak is focussed; he is pre­occcupied,
looking for something, something, something.

—Elizabeth Bishop, “The Sandpiper”