The more I take photographs the more I’m drawn to the simple power of black and white. I think B&W removes the crutch that beautiful color can provide and leaves composition and tonality in charge. It pares down an image and often that seems to provide more emotional depth.
I love this old tree. It’s been around way longer than I’ve been on this planet. It sits in the middle of the lawn of my Grandparent’s place. They provided it a lot of space to show off and my goodness it certainly does.
I know it’s one of those analog things with floppy pages that’s made from wood pulp of all things. To see it out in public is always a shock. It’s so much bigger than those little flat electronic gadgets that most people use today. This guy must be a throwback from the dark ages.
What I really don’t understand is he actually seems very interested in looking at that old fashioned thing. Is it just possible that what he’s doing is enjoyable?
I know that starting the new year off this gloomy isn’t a great idea but, as I was walking across the Boston Common today, I took this close-up photo of a figure swathed in dark fur, peering out gloomily at the world. While trying to think of a title for this image the scarey uncertainty of next year presented itself and it seemed appropriate.
Taking portraits of strangers makes me nervous. On the streets I like to take my photographs without being noticed. Someday I hope to get over that reluctance to engage people because the human face is endlessly fascinating.