Marge was never the type to fall for a scam. At 78 years old, she’d lived through enough to know that if something sounded too good—or too bad—to be true, it probably was. But things have changed over the past year. Slowly, and without her realizing it, the first signs of dementia began creeping into her life. Little memory lapses here and there. A misplaced checkbook.

Fifty years ago, tattoos in America carried a heavy social price. They were marks worn primarily by sailors, bikers, convicts, and those who lived life outside the “respectable” edges of society.

This is Lloyd Mathernsen. He’s homeless, but hanging in there. You’ll find him at the curb outside Safeway three days a week. I’m not going to tell you his story — even though I know it, have heard it a hundred times. What I am asking is that you stop and say hello. Just a kind word. That’s all.

We're calling it the F8 Project, which, at one time, was a collection of friends who shared and exchanged cameras and lenses to offer reviews, techniques, and community support for film photography. We're bringing the project back to life excitingly and uniquely, beginning with changing how we make photographs for publication in Trails West Magazine.