During the final month in and around his childhood home, Christopher Lowell photographs a distinct portrait of the American South, a landscape as true as it is mythical. Singular moments are made infinite: bodies leap off roofs and fall from trees, suspended in permanent flight; the smoke from a cigarette and the sparks from a firecracker burn forever. In other pictures the momentum of an action outpaces the shutter itself, inviting the viewer to process the image the way one does a memory. The intentional absence of contextual clues frees the black & white imagery from any particular moment in time: no technology, and very little clothing at all. The result is an Edenic collection of photographs, fleeting and everlasting, tactile and ethereal.