Clouds, electronics, fog, bugs, glass, cellophane, rust, weeds, waves, particles: Mike Slack surveys an overheated terrestrial ecosystem, a luminous topography of monumental details and mundane vistas, with cosmic curiosity. Made mainly around the American Southwest from 2011 to 2017, his vaguely sci-fi photographs envision a sun-blasted wilderness of synthetic and organic stuff, tangled together and flourishing or disintegrating on its own terms. Like thought-bubbles in search of a narrative, they hover between stark environmental dread and calm intimate reverie.