Dunsmuir, not far from Mount Shasta, is a tourist town of about 2,000 people. It still looks much as it did in the 1920s and 1930s. At the base of a hill, near the town’s main street, I found a man wearing a seaman’s cap chatting it up with visiting tourists from his perch behind a large red curb. More important, at one side of him was a large mural featuring the Sacramento River, and a magical weed was twisting its way skyward just over his head. I pulled the three elements together for this street scene. It was the most expressive image I was to find in Dunsmuir.