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From your first years on the planet, you have been giving the experience called “hard times” a run for its money. Denied a refuge from human mortality and frailty, you figured out how to turn sorrow into an invitation to the past, present, and future to get better acquainted. In the enterprise you have christened “emotional archaeology,” you put storytelling to work on the complexity and chaos of history, assembling fragments and restoring them to a whole. Refusing to hold the photographs, written words, and the lives of the departed at arm’s length, working in the merged media of light and sound, and giving magic to the prosaic word “editing, you reside in the doubled role of artist and historian. Telling the paired Western stories of the Dust Bowl and the National Parks, you have encouraged Americans to contrast the results of submission to short-term thinking with the consequences