http://www.newyorker.com/arts/On visits to a remote desert region in northwest China, Ross has photographed the burial and pilgrimage sites of saints revered by the Uyghurs, one of the countrys ethnic minority groups. Some of the graves are surrounded by picket fences and look like cribs or empty garden plots; others are collections of twigs and leafless branches, some up to sixty feet high, all flying tattered prayer flags left by pilgrims hoping for the saints blessing or cure. The faded pink, yellow, orange, and green of these little scraps are the only colors under the pale-blue skies. Though hardly cheerful, these makeshift folk sculptures feel brave, defiant, and optimistic against all odds. (Aletti)