One thing this monotone month has reminded me is the importance of light to photography. Losing the crutch of color and tones, one is left to be free to return to the root of photography (light writing) and push ahead with shapes and such.
This Christmas Day gathering of friends to burn spare greenery would have been fine in color, but the mood is far different in black and white, the fire is not nearly as bright as the yellows and reds would have shown, the light from the fire, falling off to nothing on the edges without the red.
This branch down in Beaver Lake would be boring. The sky was grey, the water was grey and the reflection was well, grey. Might as well lose the color and keep the details.
The greens and browns would be overwhelming the bright, white light hitting the heads of the grass in this. You do lose the golden glow of the sun in this, but you have to imagine it. Can you?
I am almost hesitant to stop my exploration of black and white. What do you think?
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