In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets – Jonas Mekas
Color is starting to grow on me. It can add a certain depth and feel to a photo, ‘soul’ if you want to call it anything, if you can work around the garish, gaudy carnival-like look most native phone processors give you. For me this one works.
My subject matter doesn’t change much. I work with what’s around me, the open desert. Mostly within about a 2-3 mile radius from my door.
I’ve been working almost exclusively with black and white for several years now. I attempt some color occasionally but always abandon it. I’m not comfortable with it. Black and white has become the language I speak.
For me color, good color, is a real challenge. One I need now to expand on what I do. I’ve gotten too comfortable with black and white, which I won’t abandon of course. I’ve gotten to feel like a bit of a one-trick pony so I’ll work with color more. I can speak black and white pretty fluently. I want to learn to speak color too.
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