I think it is because of these memories that I am easily drawn to black and white photographs. I can walk into a room of colored prints and head straight for the single black and white hanging on the wall. But, I have met many people who do not like black and white photos. At all.
This week it was my task to examine some photos I had done in color and turn them into black and white and see what became of it. I already am aware (due to my attraction to this genre) that black and white forces us to think about the lines and angles in our photos a little more. You do not get the drama from the color of the photo. Instead the drama can be in the texture, lines, or focus on the subject.
In the past, I have used black and white for historic documentation. In the photo below is the Nicholson Viaduct, a well known site in my area. This is a photo I had already taken and rendered to black and white.
I have chosen to NOT do a side-by-side comparison of the color to the black and white in this blog. So in all cases you are simply going to see the black and white image.
I have also used black and white in doing photos of children. In this photo, of my granddaughter, her colorful pink jumper and lime green shirt, coupled with the teal wall color of our family room, could make you cross-eyed. Instead, the lines of the black and white image bring the focus to her, and her serious concentration on making "tea."
Barney was trying to either copy what I was doing, or inspire me. I'm not sure which. Either way, I think he was sleeping better than I was.
Finally, Billie kept her eye on me from across the room. This was in the waning sun of the day, where the shadows are at their peak. I used no extraneous lighting except for window light. because that would have meant I would have had to get up from the couch.