It is 1938 in Oklahoma, Black Sunday, and the dust has arrived. A teenaged boy takes it as it comes, not only the end of the world as he knows it, but what’s ahead, and which he can’t see. Then it follows Samuel Howell, a man with a camera, in post-war California, from black-and-white to Technicolor, when he meets journalist Herb Whitney on his first assignment: photographing a war widow. A historical earthquake leads him to the San Joaquin Valley, where he’ll spend the summer of 1952 falling in love all over again. The earth moves and aftershocks abound, but there is no going back now. Only forward.