Similarly, spectral images are evoked in the original short story that opens this book. The newest collection from award-winning photographer Keith Carter, Ghostlight captures the otherwordly spirits of swamps, marshes, bogs, baygalls, bayous, and fens in more than a hundred photographs.įrom Ossabaw Island, Georgia, to his home ground of East Texas, Carter seeks “the secretive and mysterious” of this often-overlooked landscape: wisps of fog drifting between tree branches faceless figures contemplating a bog owls staring directly at the camera lens infinite paths leading to unknown parts. Southern wetlands, with their moss-draped trees and dark water obscuring mysteries below, are eerily beautiful places, home to ghost stories and haunting, ethereal light. On Car Talk we used the cars as an excuse to talk to people and get to know them and their stories." Ray Magliozzi As I looked over the photos for a second time I noticed that for a book about stock car racing there are more pictures of the people than their cars and this is something else that Henry and I share. Paul and Dickie had friends in low places.” Henry Horenstein "As I started to look at the photos I recognized most of the cars and I began to marvel at the skills of some of these drivers and their teams for keeping these heaps going. Paul’s cousin Dickie Simmonds owned the local Gulf station and modified the junkers that Paul drove at places like the Seekonk Speedway (Seekonk, MA) and the Thompson Speedway (Thompson, CT). My brother-in-law Paul raced stock cars―old. What better than an old-school sport that would certainly be extinct one day? I’m still waiting.
There had to be good pictures there for a wanna-be historian-with-a-camera. “I was still in grad school and I was looking for subjects. Horenstein's joyful images present us with a slice now of what the world of motor racing looked like then, before racing became big business, as it slowly morphed into Nascar - the worlds fastest growing sport. In front of his camera the drivers would fly around the track in beat-up cars customised for racing at break neck speeds in the hopes of small town glory. While at grad school in the early 1970’s Henry Horenstein would attend Speedway races, in New England to see his brother in law compete.
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