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Book Store Interview Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road Photographs by Tim Carpenter Interview by Carlo Brady Carlo Brady sits down with Tim Carpenter to discuss his upcoming book, Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. Here Carpenter takes the viewer on a two-hour walk from point A to point B. Nothing much happens along this brief narrative arc, yet Carpenter explores the stillness of this outdoor space with a palpable, almost erotic anticipation, revealing intimate subtleties as the journey unfolds.
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Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.
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Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road
Photographs by Tim Carpenter

The Ice Plant, USA, 2019. Unpaged, 9½x11¾x½".

In Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road, his second book with The Ice Plant, Brooklyn-based photographer Tim Carpenter revisits the Central Illinois topography of his first monograph, Local Objects, with a sequence of 56 black-and-white medium-format photographs, all made on a single winter morning.

In Local Objects he meandered this semi-rural Midwestern landscape through changing seasons in an abstract sequence, but here Carpenter follows a straightforward path, literally taking the viewer on a two-hour walk from point A to point B. Nothing much happens along this brief narrative arc—there are fallow fields, standing water, dormant trees, the occasional tire track on worn pavement—yet Carpenter explores the stillness of this outdoor space with a palpable, almost erotic anticipation, revealing intimate subtleties as the journey unfolds.

The following interview took place during a phone conversation between Tim Carpenter and Carlo Brady. It has been edited for clarity and brevity.



Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

Carlo Brady
Hi Tim, I wanted to start with the text written by Mike Slack, that functions as something as a description for the work, though that is more to do with you’re approach to photography.

“…the photographs in Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road are less about the confines of this specific time and place than about a poetic strategy for narrowing the distance between human desire and the factual content of the everyday world.”

Tim Carpenter
Yeah, specific time and place is much less important to me than how, as a maker, you place yourself in relation to the world. There’s a constant flux occurring inside each and every person. This flux varies moment to moment: over time our moods change, we gain and lose things and people, we learn, and we forget. Coupled with how the world is also constantly changing around us, and you’ve got these two forces that you’re just trying to wrangle together for moments of understanding or meaning.

One of the great gifts of the camera is that it equips us with lots of different tools for that placement. An obvious one is our feet: we place ourselves physically within relation to the subject matter. Lenses are another. Some bring us in and out, they flatten or deepen the subject, the characteristics of the lens, and how they are used determine how things get shown, or, how they flatten. Through these tools, relationships are created that have never existed before. That’s what I’m really fascinated by, the way a maker says, “Here is how I feel in relation to this world. Am I happy? Am I sad? Do I love this? Do I hate it?” For me, subject matter is somewhat secondary, although it can reinforce and support the work.

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

CB
I’m hesitant to ask, but I wonder, how much does the pursuit of a feeling come into play? How do you approach the generation of meaning from that place? Both while photographing, as well as while editing?

TC
It’s funny that you say you’re hesitate to ask that… I wouldn’t hesitate. When I talk to students, I tell them to hone in on what’s in your head. I think that the best pictures are about getting at that ineffable thing, the incredibly strange, idiosyncratic thing going on inside each of us. All of the pictures from the 6 or 7 months I was shooting this book were made in a specific mood that was not necessarily good, but I found it useful. Rather than wallow in it I wanted to see what I could do with it.

However, I’m less interested in a reading of the work in a factual or biographic way. I want a consistent and coherent feeling in a book that gives me something to go on. Of course you’re under the sway of certain emotions whenever you’re making pictures. Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road is particular, since was all made in one day. It became hyper specific about where I was.

As to the second part of your question, distinguishing between the moment of making and then editing and sequencing… Ideally, one’s shaping intelligence picks up where the inspiration leaves off. When it comes to sequencing this is the sustained effort in photography. You can make something in a mood, but in the sequencing, the work is drawn out from the initial inspiration. Flannery O’Connor describes it by saying: “The work must be both canny and uncanny.”

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

CB
Could you speak about the strategies you have for determining the parameters of a project, or a book, in this case?

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.
TC
My strategy is different from most people I know. I’ve always both admired and been perplexed by people who do research about a place they’ve never been to, or about a profession, or something like that. They say, “I want to learn about that and go shoot it.” I say good on you, because I could never do that. I wouldn’t even know how to start.

I live in Brooklyn, but my parents live in Central Illinois, and that’s where I’m from. I do freelance work here to keep my schedule flexible, and go to Illinois 5 or 6 times a year for a minimum of two weeks. When I go I’m just making pictures. Then I come back and go through all the negatives while I’m also working to make money. Another two months goes by, and I go again.

Things just start to come out after a while. Obviously with this book, for example, I didn’t get up that morning thinking I’d go out and make a book. That just happened. I’m glad for it, but it was just a fortuitous sort of event. Usually it’s over a matter of months or years, where I’ve made a lot of stuff before I see where the strains come about.

I’m also really interested in the idea that the forms of the environment or the picture teach you. Marylyn Robinson says “beauty disciplines,” which I think is another way of saying ‘form disciplines’. She talks about how once she understands a character, limitations arise. Those limitations, however, grant a fuller expression of the chosen subject. In that way, identification of the form and understanding it is not limiting, but rather freeing.

CB
Right, there's a need to meet things as they are, somehow.

TC
Yeah, once you get under the hood, you see what this is. Maybe you see it's almost done, or, maybe that you need a couple more years, or your shooting handheld and you realize you need the movement afforded by a 4x5. You find a way to attend to what you're interested in.

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

CB
So, I've read the book a few times, and I'm quite taken by the movement of the images. There's not a whole lot of friction. Enough to keep it interesting, but it hardly draws attention to itself. In the latest reading I got the feeling that I'm walking backwards.

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.
TC
The book is basically laid out as shot. Occasionally I moved a picture forward or back, mostly in the double page spreads just to make them read properly. So that part of the sequencing was easy, it is what it is. The past couple years I've been reading a lot of poetry theory, and I’m really interested in photographs trying to get further away from the description of an experience and closer to evoking the experience itself. To do that is basically what I think what a true poem is. It short circuits the language, so it's not telling you about something but is making the thing happen within you. The picture is the thing. It's not the description of the thing. The poem is the thing.

We make connections, we break them, we look for things, we say there's hope in that, and we second guess. We third guess. This is something I also get from David Foster Wallace's writing, seeing how that guy's brain worked. How he would write it all out. Here's an idea, here's a sub-note to the idea, here's a footnote to that, but wait, let's go back.

I love the idea of walking backwards. That’s why I structured it in this way. Where there's motifs that appear for two, three, or four pictures before disappearing, only to come back again. If there's a protagonist in this book, its a very unsure protagonist. They’re always looking for something to hold on to and continually rejecting those decisions; looking over his or her shoulder and saying no, trying to make meaning of the very barest things.

Before publishing, I showed the pdf of the book to a notable photographic bookmaker. I don't want to put them on the hook, but they said “I don’t like pictures on the left hand with a blank on the right. Cause I feel like you're looking backwards.” I didn't tell him at the time, but I was really glad because that's what I wanted.

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

CB
You've mentioned a number of authors and reading, what other sort of work to do you do as a mean of cultivating... should I say presence, or voice, relating to your image making?

TC
It's something that I'm very interested in, and I like that you used the word cultivating. Mark Steinmetz says that a lot. When I talk with students or younger people, and tell them to to hone in on that strange, idiosyncratic thing that is you, that is cultivation.

There’s a little restaurant in my dad's hometown that has the most sensational cheeseburger with bacon and onions that I've ever had. I draw as much inspiration from that place and that burger as anything. Every piece of music you listen to, every novel, as well as the things you don’t like, the things you reject. I try and really bring all that in.

So, this is very topical. I was talking with a friend the other day, and I was being a little hyperbolic, but was saying Ric Ocasic probably meant as much to me as Robert Frank. He got me as a teenager with a handful of songs that I love unabashedly. In some ways they're more a part of me than when I grew up a little and got a copy of The Americans. That's not to down play Frank, but even a band like The Cars, that's definitely not the most important band of all time, can become a part of you. Just grab all those little bits that you love.

I think a lot about music. Van Morrison's song structures, for example, can be very long. He repeats phrases and teases things out. He makes that song a moment, rather than an artifact of a different moment. His 10 and 11 minute long songs underlay this book, in particular.

Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road. By Tim Carpenter.

CB
One of the things that I find really heartening looking at your images is the attention I see paid to an internal state, which doesn't feel at all indulgent, but finds recourse in the landscape and invites meaning into it.

TC
Sometimes people ask, “When are you going to go to somewhere else?” Now it has been eight or 10 years that I've been shooting only there. The cameras and film are only there. I don't do anything else anywhere else. These few counties are inexhaustible so far as I can tell.

More importantly, when I was telling you about the flux inside and outside, I feel like there is at least one way for me to control one variable. In that I'm still changing, but at least it's the same place. The seasons change, the light changes, but I'm not going to the mountains or the ocean, London or Chicago. Returning to the same place helps me really see the differences. It may sound semantic, but it lets me see how I'm seeing them. There's a tree up against a house that I put in Local Objects four times and once in Township, the book I did with Ray Meeks. Since then, its owner has cut it down, and I was just like, sad. It was a shitty tree and it didn't matter to anything, but I just really love noticing these things and being really in tune with them. I can't imagine going anywhere else because I'm still so in love with this place.

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Tim Carpenter is a photographer and writer who works in Brooklyn and central Illinois. He is the author of Christmas Day, Bucks Pond Road, Local objects, and Township, among other books, as well as a co-founder of TIS books.

Carlo Brady works at photo-eye Bookstore as a photobook specialist. He holds a BA in photography and studio arts from Hampshire College. You can reach him at carlo.m.brady@gmail.com


Book Of The Week Korea - Part 1 Photographs and Text by Michael Kenna Reviewed by Carlo Brady Korea – Part 1 begins with a brief text from Michael Kenna. “I always enjoy locations that have mystery and atmosphere, perhaps a patina of age, a suggestion rather than a description, a question or two… Korea is still, technically, a country at war which dramatically and visually affects its appearance and atmosphere.”
Korea - Part 1. By Michael Kenna.
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Korea - Part 1
Photographs and Text by Michael Kenna

Gallery K.O.N.G., Seoul, South Korea, 2019.
64 pp., 55 black-and-white illustrations, 7¾x10½".

The publication of this book coincides with an exhibition at Gallery K.O.N.G. in Seoul. The photographs were primarily made between 2005-2018.

Korea – Part 1 begins with a brief text from Michael Kenna. “I always enjoy locations that have mystery and atmosphere, perhaps a patina of age, a suggestion rather than a description, a question or two… Korea is still, technically, a country at war which dramatically and visually affects its appearance and atmosphere.”

The images themselves are delicate, if distant, consolidations of relatively few elements. Kenna’s photographs are pervasively quiet and delightfully formal. Quickly recognizable, though patient in their being received by the eye, the images reward a bit of displacement in the viewer.

Korea - Part 1. By Michael Kenna.

Namyeong Lion Rock, Mongdol Beach, Jeollanam-do,
South Korea. 2018.
By Michael Kenna
Often making long exposures in diffuse light, Kenna accomplishes a brief stun when executing a composition between jagged and calming formal elements. In Namyeong Lion Rock, Mongdol Beach, Jeollanam-do, South Korea. 2018, the rock meets with and melts into the slow moving water. The rich articulation of the stone’s texture juxtaposed with the dispersive movement of its shadow into water is captivating and dispassionately encouraging.

The book is comprised of two sections. The first is largely natural landscapes with images of a temple mixed in. The second half is initiated by the study of several lifeguard watchtowers along the shoreline moving north to the DMZ. These watchtowers are photographed in a somewhat onerous yet sedate way.

Situated on desolate stretches of beach, the towers suggest ad-hoc penal or biding punitive gestures. Their position against the sea is disquieting. Kenna’s images do not attempt a description of the complexity of the Korean Cold War. They do, however, stand in deference to the anxiety and pacing tragedy of the standoff.

Korea - Part 1. By Michael Kenna.

The final sequence moves into a series of industrial landscapes, ending in a short grip of images from DMZ. The final image appears to be shot through a telescope and vignette. It pictures a guard tower, on the Northern side of the border, assumptively. A bike leans against the guard post. In his introduction, Kenna writes, “… I must confess to sometimes imagining a future exhibition simply titled: “Korea”. Mr. Kim Jong-un, if you are reading this, please, invite me to photograph, soon!”

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Carlo Brady works at photo-eye Bookstore as a photobook specialist. He holds a BA in photography and studio arts from Hampshire College. You can reach him at carlo.m.brady@gmail.com


Book Of The Week Jasper Photographs by Matthew Genitempo Reviewed by Carlo M. Brady By capturing the region’s foggy landscapes, hermetic homes, and rugged men living in solitude in the dark woods, Jasper explores Matthew Genitempo’s fascination with running away from the everyday. The work bounces between fact and fiction, exhibiting both the reality and the myth of what it means to be truly apart from society.
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Jasper By Matthew Genitempo.
Jasper
Photographs by Matthew Genitempo.

Twin Palms, Santa Fe, USA, 2018.
96 pp., 51 tritone plates, 10½x13".

The columns of death glow faintly white
Within the forests of this destroying planet.
Here gleeful beasts track each other
Through lanes of winter and rotting heroes.

From the poem “These Unreturning Destinies," by Kenneth Patchen.

Jasper is the first book by artist Matthew Genitempo, published by Twin Palms in Santa Fe, New Mexico in 2018. The photographs were made over the course of several extended stays in and among the Ozark Mountains in the region of Northwest Arkansas. At the top of the acknowledgments page, Genitempo writes, “These photographs were inspired by the life and work of the poet and land surveyor, Frank Standford.” Standford, who lived and died in the region, was a brilliant writer, speaking toward, among other things, the inward tangle of biology, history, and capital.

The book engages a delicate pacing, as it presents an atmospheric accomplishment achieved through the particular gradation between light and subject. This gradation produces a surface tension upon which the viewer may rest across or press in, descending as desired. Genitempo's use of gray invites palliative comparisons between the men, their belongings, and the landscape itself. Throughout, the light appears to tempt the air to violence from its sleep.

The photographs show the land deforested in places run through with roads and windows, elsewhere impregnable but by clouds and darkness. The photographer seems to wait significantly; the impression of the landscape is porous, the motives unclear. The portraits reflect the refractory nuance of their subjects’ motivations. They're straightforward, though you're offered to sense the moment surrounding the exposure. The breaths of the sitters and photographer are nearly visible as they wait together for recognition.

The mechanism of this body of work seems akin to a particular type of poem. There is a question, but no answer is assumed, or neatly arrived at. The waiting itself becomes the work. Waiting to receive instruction is its own action, one that may yield you to that which is impossible in conceit.

As I linger in the doorways of the photographs, I note the moving precarity of Gentitempo's method. A voice asks where to go; the silent, adorning details reveal a procedure to be maintained in an image. The interiors are dense and having been seen, are now unseen, recorded. Warmth is exhaled, and through minutiae returns, whittled into the light. In one particularly great image, the movement of a hung box-fan softens its blades into a dim ocular cloud; the air in the hallway beyond it pulses faintly.



Some believe a ghost is created, or left behind, in the wake of a violent punctuation. They startle into being, frantically exposing emotion in any surrounding humidity. Over time, depending though usually, they become more torpid, wheeling through in slow recourse the basest of memories. Smiling in and against windows, yawning into the steam at morning. Some, more ancient, move on four legs, whitening into the sound of scratching, pooling, asking: where to go?


The yolk went down my leg
Like a beautiful snail without a shell,
Went down the hill
To the skillet of water, to the nymphflies,
Into the lips of pond minnows,
Down the long belly of the gar – the hellbenders
Having dived and lost, then into
The paw of the lame panther
Who loped back to her lair with it.
As for the white, it stayed with me,
Mark of the beast, birth, and trade.

Frank Stanford, The Last Panther in the Ozarks


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Carlo Brady works at photo-eye Bookstore as a photobook specialist. He holds a BA in photography and studio arts from Hampshire College. You can reach him at carlo.m.brady@gmail.com


Book Of The Week 27 Roads Photographs by Robert Adams Reviewed by Carlo M. Brady The road has been a central motif in the work of Robert Adams (born 1937) since the beginnings of his life as a photographer in the late 1960s. 27 Roads is the first publication to focus on this important aspect of his work, and is comprised of the artist's concise, poetic selection of images spanning almost five decades.
27 Roads. By Robert Adams.
27 Roads
Photographs by Robert Adams. 

Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, California, 2018.
64 pp., 36 illustrations, 13x13"

27 Roads by Robert Adams accompanies an exhibition of the same name on view at the Fraenkel Gallery in San Francisco. The book features beautifully sequenced and meticulously reproduced images from nearly, if not all, decades of Adam’s career.

From the outset, the road has been a central theme in Adams' work. In a more broad sense, contemporary American photography was founded on road photography. From Amsel Adams’ Datsuns to Robert Frank's best known work, The Americans— the road is a mechanism through which we have been offered a picture of America.


In addition to connecting the country, the American highway system provides a visual experience of the mythos. Crossing vast open plains and snaking through foggy mountains, our roads open windows to the natural beauty of the countryside while obscuring deforestation and mining activities. They guide us to see and ignore in turn.

Adams' photographs are exceptionally lucid. His images are intimate in their ability to facilitate an act of near, yet caring, introspection. To quote Wim Wenders, "Taking pictures is an act in two directions: forwards and backwards."

The photographs vary in tenor throughout the book. The roads move between roles— in one frame they are subject, the next just a feature. They vary in weight and meaning. Adams prioritizes the quiet. He aims to capture a depth of feeling rather than memorization. As a reader, I am encouraged by Adams’ offer to picture that which lies before us.

27 Roads is a heartening collection of photographs. They track and revel Robert Adams' artistic metabolism and a sense of self. Through his images we are also given a symbol of America. The initial offerings of freedom and mobility turn into the vast network of increasingly unmanageable, under-maintained asphalt that has come to define the contemporary American motorway.

Any idea or picture of the American landscape is fundamentally connected the image of its roads. Adams’ photographs show how they have transcended their role of facilitation to become complexly tied to the description, economy, and velocity of the landscape.

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Carlo Brady works as a photobook specialist at photo-eye Bookstore in Santa Fe, New Mexico. You can contact him at carlo.m.brady@gmail.com.

Book Of The Week The Heavens Photographs by Barbara Bosworth Reviewed by Carlo M. Brady Made over the past several years with an 8x10 camera, Barbara Bosworth's star images are hour-long exposures captured with the camera mounted on a clock drive so that the stars are rendered as dots instead of streaks.
The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth 
Radius Books, 2018.
The Heavens
Selected as Book of the Week by
Carlo M. Brady.

The Heavens.
Photographs by Barbara Bosworth.
Radius Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 2018. 200 pp., 60 color and black-and-white illustrations, 10¼x12¾".

The Heavens, from Radius Books, bears close relation, in terms of book design and approach, to Barbara Bosworth’s previous Radius monograph, The Meadow. These two monographs are ideally to be viewed as tandem volumes.

Both monographs are host to numerous facsimiles of notes, drawings, and relevant ephemera. David Chickey, director and lead designer at Radius, is in top form with work of this kind.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

The book earns its considerable weight by including: reproductions of three limited edition artist’s booklets, a seven part text from Margot Anne Kelley, and a commentary by Owen Gingerich on a selection of Galileo's notes, reproduced to show the late astronomer’s careful hand.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

In a way similar to The Meadow, the attentions paid in The Heavens move gently, but surely, beyond the genre of 'a study,' into something more difficult to classify. Patience was needed to accomplish this work. Bosworth's strength lies in great part with the love that she wields in sight and intuition. She writes, 'As a child, a favorite pastime was walking with my father under the stars. We would stop often to stare and the night sky, we had no agenda, just a love of looking at a night full of stars.'

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

Bosworth gazes upon heavenly bodies, both observable and particular, as memories, fluttering into the present, here luckily, reveling in the emulsion of the film. To capture the galactic images of star clusters, Bosworth used a clock drive, which renders the light from the stars fixed and offsets the Earth’s rotation.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

What is especially remarkable to me personally, albeit nearly inseparable from the technical accomplishment of the photograph, is the progress of the Moon across the sky in many of the plates. The Moon sails across the sky, lighting in the sea the shape of an anvil, leaping over a creek, or sewing briefly through the branches of a tree.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

These are not typical images of astronomical bodies. Bosworth's photographs beguile the necessary technical acumen required to produce them and so avoid being read in terms of deadening preparation for nearly inevitable results. Instead, that preparation (for the photographer, at least) is a prerequisite for wonder.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

The Heavens deals in wonder in a similar manner as The Meadow. I feel that a vague poetic discourse would easily accomplish a relation between the hazily distinct (thereby unavoidable) pattering of light on crowds of leaves, and a bounty of ancient light gathered far, a ways off, above. Heavens nearly opens with a line from James Joyce’s Ulysses: "the heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit."

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

Bosworth extends an air of description and clarity to the images, suffuse with willingness and surprise. As an artist, she continues to attend to the space beyond that reserved for the eager monument of the "project." She works for years, carefully attuning herself to the possibilities of the photographs, I imagine, selfishly, reviling the fast out-churn of photographs.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

This book reads as a volume in the vocational life of a great scientist, from a time when science was duly concerned with truth and beauty. Bosworth is a careful reader of temperature with a rare knack for translation.

The Heavens By Barbara Bosworth. Radius Books, 2018.

I will leave with a passage from Alexander Gilchrist's The Life of William Blake, which appears fitting, if not a little belligerently silly:
Some persons of a scientific turn were once discussing pompously and, to him, distastefully the incredible distance of the planets, the length of time light takes to travel to earth, &c, when he burst out, "Tis false! I was walking down a lane the other day, and at the end of it I touched the sky with my stick."
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Carlo Brady is an artist and writer living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He holds a BA from Hampshire College and works at photo-eye Bookstore.