The old soul in me can’t get enough of black and white photos. Obviously color isn’t wrong (although I once read the rant of someone who thought that modern technology’s capability to capture color should mean that old technology’s black and white should no longer be used), but it does sometimes distract.
Shadows and light play differently in the land of black and white, creating mystery and mood, tenor and timelessness. Black and white can transport the mind forward or back, displaying utopian futures or old west pasts with equal ease, and I aim to find each place in between.
I usually look at each picture I make as a black and white photo. I usually have a good idea of which ones I’ll like and those I won’t, but I am sometimes surprised. At a minimum, I learn something new about what I’ve captured by doing this. Even sunsets, in their glorious colors, show me something about how I’ve made this photo when brought into black and white.
If you’re into noir and nostalgia, I hope you’ll find these black and white photos to your liking. I’ve got quite a few hanging in my own house.