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The Opening
I came up shooting bands, which means I came up shooting fast, in bad light, with whatever was in my hand. So I trust a photo book that opens by confessing its gear. Before the title page, a single line says that every photograph in the book, the cover included, was taken on one of the family’s phones along the way (p. 2). No big cameras, no stock. Davis, his wife Diem and their daughters Maggie, Lisa and Jennie spent twenty-eight days and more than 10,000 miles in a van, and this is what their pockets brought home: eighty-four pictures, each facing a passage from his memoir about the same day, in the order the days arrived.
The Long Read
The layout is simple and it works. Picture on the left page, words on the right: a roman numeral, a short title, a small italic line giving place and date, a passage, then a single italic line set off at the foot. Eighty-four of those spreads, in a Prologue, seven Parts and an Epilogue, run from the Gateway Arch on May 31 to the Downtown Connector in Atlanta on June 27. The text comes from the memoir's second edition, and the copyright page says an ellipsis marks every cut, with no other words changed.
The magic here is the caption that knows the camera. Again and again the passage describes taking the picture you are looking at. In the Arch capsule spread, Davis writes that he shot Diem, Jennie and one of the older girls from outside the pod, and there they are, framed by its open door, Jennie in a DKNY shirt and pink shoes, nobody thrilled. At Badlands Trading Post, Jennie stands with her back to us in a pink tank top, staring down a prairie dog that is a speck on its dirt mound; the passage says the prairie dogs kept just out of reach, and the frame proves it. On Trail Ridge Road a white van sits alone on wet black pavement, headlights on, flakes streaking past the lens. That is snapshot work in the best sense: inside the moment, not above it.
The best single frame in the book is the lightning. On a trail ride for Lisa's birthday, a pale-sweatered rider on a spotted horse fills the foreground, the trail runs down through yellow wildflowers toward two more riders, and a violet bolt drops into the valley at upper left. Davis is honest about how he got it: "By sheer dumb luck I caught a lightning bolt on camera over Diem’s shoulder as she rode along, soaked and worried, on her paint" (Chapter XXXVI, p. 91). I have shot a thousand frames for one good strike. He shot it from a moving horse. Respect.
Close behind: the Rexburg bathroom mirror. "It shows Jennie at the hotel bathroom sink among the toothpaste tubes, glaring into the mirror at her father, who is in the mirror too, holding up the phone." (Chapter XLII, p. 103). Funniest picture in the book, and the truest about a month in a van. Then Crater Lake, where Wizard Island sits dark and forested in water so blue it looks retouched, with cloud still pouring off the rim behind it. Davis gets the turn in one line: "We went from nothing to everything in about 20 minutes." (Chapter LVIII, p. 137). On Berthoud Pass, snowfields vanish into cloud over dark pines with one car on the curve, and at White Sands Diem stands in a purple skirt and white sunglasses under a sky that takes up more than half the frame. Those two would hang on any wall.
The sequencing is the book's spine. Day order means the light changes for you: hard noon on the Plains, snow in June over the Divide, the long blue evening of red-rock country, gray drizzle on the rain coast, then desert glare on the way home. A man who admits he shot a sunrise like this, "I took 35 pictures of it in seven minutes. Some men take up golf." (Chapter XIX, p. 53), must have edited hard to get down to eighty-four. You can feel the cuts.
Pull Quote
It is a gift, the way children can sit in a steel pod rising 630 feet into the air and still look bored by their father.
This is the whole method in a sentence. The picture shows three people in a white capsule, and the words tell you what the picture cannot: who is holding the phone, and how little the subjects care. Picture and passage are doing different jobs, and together they make a family album you can read.
Hits & Misses
Hits
When picture and passage lock, as with the capsule door, the prairie dog standoff, the mirror, the lightning and the van in the snow, this is as good as the form gets. Day order gives the book a real arc of light and weather, and the copyright page's plain statement that no image was generated or stock earns a trust glossier travel books never ask for.
Misses
That little italic line at the foot of each passage is a problem. Too often it is lifted from somewhere else in the day and lands without context. Under the aerial view looking west from the Arch, it reads: "One of them posed for a portrait in front of a panel titled LOOKING WEST, which was more or less the theme of the month." (Chapter III, p. 17). The portrait it describes is not on the page. The Corn Palace selfie, shot in daylight, closes on stars coming out over the plains. The Oljato fireside spread closes on a line about a single point being arbitrary and fleeting, with nothing on the page to hang it on, and the Lovers Point spread ends by calling Monastery Beach the last look at the Pacific a page before the Monastery Beach spread arrives. The landscapes also suffer from the layout: a horizontal frame sits small in the middle of a tall white page while the portraits get the full height. The Badlands deserved more paper than that. And the selfies, the Arch and the Corn Palace among them, are what they are: wide-angle, Dad's face biggest in the frame.
Field Notes
- My five for the wall: the lightning ride (XXXVI), the Rexburg mirror (XLII), Wizard Island (LVIII), Berthoud Pass (XV), Diem at White Sands (LXXVIII).
- The phone camera is a character here. Davis notes at the Oljato fire that his phone, which usually cannot focus on stars, managed out there. I believe him.
The Verdict
A family's phone pictures, edited with a real eye and paired with words that tell you how each shot happened, make a road trip you can flip through, even when the closing lines wander off the page.