A darkened room with chairs and an automatic projector provide the setting for a series of colored transparencies of small, chance things captured and made into images by the photographer. Isolated by the darkness, the viewer is tied to a 15 second per slide parade that involves not only the pictures on the screen but the elements of time and sequence. Individually the slides do an artful job of revealing the poetry of discovery afoot in the world of old walls, rusted surfaces and casual arrangements when composed by a selective eye, but they suffer when forced into being a “program.”

—Doug McClellan