Philadelphia Inquirer - Art [November 3, 2006] ---------------------
By Edith Newhall
James Fee, a Los Angeles-based photographer who died of cancer in September at the age of 58, spent his career capturing images that spoke poetically of things, people, and places that could not speak for themselves: a defunct shipyard, say, or a crumbling psychiatric ward, ancient tombs, or the overgrown South pacific island of Peleliu, where his father, as an American Marine, fought the Japanese in a horrific battle and was forever traumatized.
Fee's black-and-white photographs from the series "Isochrone," now in their last week at the Seraphin Gallery are grainier and more fleeting than much of his work-palm trees bending in the wind, the white foam of a wave flecking the air, a lone seabird scanning the ocean for a fish, trees as seen through a flurry of snow flakes. Looking at these images, which Fee shot between 2002 and 2004, one senses that he saw his own too-brief trajectory in nature.
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