Black-and-white photographs show young divers in mid-jump, Meeks’s camera momentarily arresting them in space as they drop beyond his frame into a black void. Other photographs show them picking their way through the surrounding woods, using trails pockmarked with debris and graffiti-marked rocks. Interposed are color pictures of thin trees and vegetation photographed from a car, simultaneously sharply rendered and blurred by velocity. Taken altogether, these pictures present a nearly prayerlike sense of ritual, a procession of youth accelerating into something unknown yet vitally necessary, with a fleeting, quiet weightlessness at its center.
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