Doug Fogelson’s The Time After may seem self-contradictory. It is a beautiful book that stares into the bleakest dark hole imaginable to humans, the destruction of our earth. It does so through a combination of Fogelson’s own photography – vivid, multilayered and prismatic panoramas exploring cycles of life in the worlds around us – and texts by three gifted writers – frightening, enlightening, and mournful, but never maudlin. As Eiren Caffall puts it in her eulogy to the planet, “We have done things to this place we love that we can never make right. We are losing what we knew, and the end, as it arrives, is beautiful and terrible.” The Time After helps us grasp our shared responsibilities and loss in a tragedy whose outcome is perhaps all too inevitable. Fogelson’s gorgeous photographs are especially effective, leading us from complex manmade congestion and chaos to the song of forests renewing themselves to the last word of the conscience-free power of nature – climate, tides, time, and day becoming night.