It took years of detective work, to “find” Vivian Maier. What we found was the eye of a master.

Lightning may not strike often, but “The Lightning Field” electrifies the New Mexico desert.

Big Bands were all male, all white. Then from the shadows of Jim Crow came the International Sweethearts of Rhythm.

“It’s not all about the dog,” William Wegman says. Meet Man Ray, Fay Ray and his other famous Weimeraners.

Raised on Route 66, Bob Waldmire roamed "The Mother Road" sketching it into fine lines.

Nearly forgotten, Scott Joplin’s ragtime captured an era with its magical syncopation.

From LIFE to Vogue to “Shaft,” Gordon Parks brought black life into focus.

Folks in Jericho, Vermont thought the Bentley boy was crazy to be out in the snow. Then they saw his photos.

Native-American portraits were stuck in the past. So Matika Wilbur set out to photograph all 562 nations.

With pride, paint, and persistence, Low Riders are “one of the greatest things that ever happened to Mexican-Americans.”

Modern art was elitist, so Komar and Melamid asked people what they wanted. Then they painted it — by the numbers.

Blending Bach with Biggie, "Black Violin" challenges every tired old touchstone.

Photography was losing its focus when Ansel Adams and friends founded Group f/64. And blew us all away.

Before his “girls on rocks” became a cliche, Mayfield Parrish charmed America’s children.

At 78, “Grandma” Moses took up painting. At 100, she was an American icon.

An orange was an orange was. . . So California growers turned their labels into art.