I've been in a very black and white mood lately, as in the film. Its just something shutter bugs do, at least this one does. The colors sometimes obscure more than they reveal. Black and white has always been a return to my roots. My first pictures were taken with an ancient camera Dad once used for his Master's study. He loaded it with black and white film and we marched out into the cold in car-harts and snow suits. I still have the pictures from that first roll of film. Icicles and snow drifts. Dad crouching down beside a little spruce that now towers over the yard.
Now and then I still go back, stripping away the vivid color, or the soft wash of pastels and leaving nothing behind but light and shadow...
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