By Valerie Gladstone

Joseph O. Holmes is a genius at making the familiar new. Any one of the 12 photographs here warrants many hours of viewing, subtle illuminating details only becoming apparent over time. Having spent his childhood in Pennsylvania often walking in the hills, farms and fields, he discovers similarities to that landscape here in the city. Shooting in a snowy Prospect Park, he sees things the rest of us would probably overlook. In a series where each photograph is more beautiful than the next, “Nethermeadow” is especially glorious, where people with their dogs look like sentinels in the snowy field, their animals like statues. In the distance, snow creates a cloud-like mist in the delicate branches of the trees.

“North of the Tennis House,” by Joseph O. Holmes.

In “The Sledding Hill,” the people are mere dots in the white, specs of color clamoring up the hill or sliding down. The gray sky blends with the snow and they seem just transitory and insignificant disturbances in the wild. Nothing human interferes with “The Lake,” where light showers from a thick layer of gray clouds onto the still and frozen lake. Almost ominous, “Entering the Nethermeadow” shows a lone figure in the landscape, with no points of reference. He or she might as well be in the wildest, most remote regions of Canada. Ingeniously exposed and thoughtfully composed, his works transport the viewer not only into another world but also into another state of consciousness.
Through Jan. 23, Jen Bekman Gallery, 6 Spring St., 212-219-0166.