Pear or Person? It doesn’t matter. They’re both old. I don’t usually make this kind of photograph but seeing the old wrinkled pear on our kitchen counter made me think of this conceptual shot.
Going back to my previous post about the power of a black and white image. Here’s a comparison of exactly the same image, one with color, the other without. Which has the most punch?
The more I take photographs, the more the power of a black and white image appeals to me. That’s not to say every image looks better in monochrome but when the colors are dull and details lend themselves to having their contrast cranked up, the result can be pretty good.
Color is seductive but all too often it can obscure a weak composition.
In good old USA, the richest country on earth, there is terrible inequality. To me this means that we are approaching a time when this disparity of wealth will become a dangerous problem. I’m not going to go on with this political rant any longer. Suffice it to say this photograph made me think of it.
I’m hoping this image helps to underline my point.
I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.
The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.
We live in very scary times. Anger, hostility and major confusion are all around us. This man, hugging his dog on a bench at Boston’s Public Library, seems to have found a sheltered Island from all this craziness. His devotion to the little dog is palpable.