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. In Lowell’s interpretation, 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, encouraging the viewer to process the image the way one does a memory; coloring in details with emotions instead of information.