One of my favorite profs wrote a book where he said the truth of the West is found in the twist of the radio dial that takes you from country & western to fire & brimstone, barstool to church pew, two-step to sermon, wreck and redemption and back to wreck again: the twin poles of California Okie life. Schaefer’s approach to California in Water & Power is kind of like that, locking into frequencies from “banjo ripples” to Robinson Jeffers, Spanish alcaldes to “dandy lions bobbysocking off Laurel Canyon,” sounds that stay only a moment before the static brings in a new tune, until all subjects finally fade and blur together but the canyons and peaks and rivers remain, against sunsets big enough for everyone to ride off into, dry as the desert that gave us the dream that sent us out there in the first place.