Florida photographer Charles Titterington’s surreal conceptual images grow from the same famously strange Southern roots as Flannery O’Connor’s short stories, William Faulkner’s novels, and the photographs of Clarence John Laughlin. Though he lives and works in modernized and Disneyfied central Florida, his images include swamps and serpents, mysteries and metaphors, executed in folded darknesses with shocks of blue, green, and red. The emotional atmospheres he creates come from careful planning, theatrical staging, and mastery of camera craft. Each photograph could be a still from a film, the frame capturing its subject suspended in time, in splendid isolation.