The “skinny on stone” collection tilts the lens to a slightly peculiar angle, capturing the hint, rather than the statement.

Poet and philosopher Samuel Coleridge blames the film of familiarity for our having eyes that see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand. Emily Dickinson speaks of telling the truth but telling it slant. To dazzle gradually, she says. But maybe even to dazzle at all.