In William Eggleston’s The Democratic Forest: Selected Works, the photographer’s charge to himself seems to be, "Make a picture of nothing at all," the emptiness takes on a special character. Seizing on the blankness as the very thing to see, he joins the poet Wallace Stevens in voyaging through the God-less realms where it is left to the hapless twentieth-century self, embarked on its own idiotic quest, to discern the difference between the “Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is....
