Working in the diaristic mode of lyrical cinema, Marjorie Keller arranges fleeting impressions of a summer vacation as pearls on a string. Her deliberate rhyming of color and light contrasts wondrously with the incidental nature of the scenes depicted. Rockets are fired off in the backyard, mussels collected on a rocky shore and plates passed down a long picnic table. Keller’s montage grazes the sublime mystery of feeling at home.
