Paisley Rekdal

Air-struck, wound-gilled, ladder upon ladder of them thrashing through froth, herds of us climb the cement stair to watch this annual plunge back to dying, spawn; so much twisted light the whole tank seethes in a welter of bubbles: more like s [...]

  The heaviest exposures turn black to grey, a clay- like texture that muddies the locks. Look: on film, white skin is already reasonably light red. Optimum reproduction, thus, is never “exact”: to duplicate a subject’s appearance yo [...]

Imagine your point of entry here. Sheer cliffs of broken rock, razor trees, water barely gentled at this shore where a man, pikestaff-lean and shaped in the chest like the shield he grips—supple as the muscles on a swimmer’s back—prepar [...]