Deep within the Utah Museum of Fine Arts, bronze figures line the rows of storage shelves. The archives are sealed, climate controlled,...

The foundations that dig into the steep hillside and the pipes that weave underground passages merely scratch the surface of the faulted...

The place that draws me is a concrete circle, a kind of pedestrian roundabout, in the center of the College of Engineering (COE) campus....

Needing a break from studying, I leave the Environmental Humanities building on the University of Utah campus and begin walking towards...

A few years ago I sat shotgun in a realtor’s car, agonized to leave my mid-city home. Children grown. Hot August. House after unpromising...

Take a road trip out West, and you’re likely to catch sight of a giant letter on a hill. To native Westerners, these hillside letters...

Quarry House is all walls and rafters—no roof, doors, or windowpanes. Concrete crumbles along edges and in corners. Iron hinges cling to...

Engagement with place always forms the bedrock of Wallace Stegner’s books. In his two autobiographical novels, the huge The Big Rock...

Winter. Despite clear, sunny skies, the temperatures are below freezing. Deep powder blankets the Fort Douglas Military Cemetery,...

I had forgotten the creek; it had slipped to a corner of my mind wherein dust, lost socks and discarded paper clips collect. I was on the...