Many people ask me why I like black & white photos better than color. Maybe it is because I had my first exposure (pardon the pun) to black and white photography in my cousin’s darkroom at a young age. There is magic in watching an image coming to life in the chemicals in the darkroom.
But secondly, there is much greater detail visible to the naked eye in black & white than color. You can’t see the contrasts and detail in color as you do in black & white. It is more than “just pretty.”
In black and white images, the absence of light can be as important as the highlights. Solid, deep blacks can give a depth and solidity of an image. Sunlight, properly used, can paint a total photograph with total brilliance.
Black and white has a distinct atmosphere of its own. It’s classic, yet simple and elegant, even romantic. It has a refined quality. Without the distractions of color, the photograph asks each viewer to recognize the individuality and uniqueness of the subject. Black and white focuses the attention on form, shading and pattern, not color. It forces the viewer to see the world in a way that cannot be seen with the human eye.
To me, a black & white photograph is the purist art form of photography. It makes a viewer, stop and look at the detail and the structure of the photograph.
The photograph with this blog is from the San Jose Mission in San Antonio, TX. It is the front doorway and window of an Indian dwelling which consists of a single room. The exquisite detail of the wood in the doorway and the stones of the outside structure is lost in a color photograph, but comes alive in black & white. For comparison I have also included a color photograph too.
This photograph was taken in January, 2011.
In this modern age of instant gratification whether it be something we buy on impulse with a credit card or a digital photograph we take and see instantly, life passes us by quickly and we tend to forget those things we thought were important a few minutes ago.
While this blog is intended to improve your photographic abilities, I just want to take a few minutes here to remind you to grasp and keep those things that are important to you right now.
How often do we look at “old pictures” found in trunks, shoe boxes and envelopes that were taken 50-75 or maybe even 100 years ago…and let them bring back memories of past things in your life–the photo of your parent’s wedding 50 years ago…or a photo of your grandfather who served in World War I dressed in his uniform?
I am spending some of my spare time going through boxes of photographs and negatives of “stuff” I have taken and saved over the past 50 plus years. My concern with today’s digital photography is that photos of family histories will be wiped out because we hever had prints made, or we merely left everything on a memory card or transferred to a disk or maybe left it on the computer’s hard drive…until it crashed.
I really don’t believe that 15 or 20 years from now..or even 50…we will be able to access the photos we are taking and saving on memory devices today. The technology is moving so fast that we will be unable to retrieve these…unless you have prints made now of the photos you want to cherish later…and keep as family keepsakes.
These days many young couples who are getting married have photographers who take the photos, and then hand them a cd…and let them make their own prints. How many really do?
Have prints made now…or make them yourself even if you think you might not want to keep them or they may be gone forever. We may become the lost generations when it comes to family photographic memories years from now.
The photograph with this blog is one I took probably 45 years ago but never made a print…but I had the negative and discovered it going through my “stuff.” It is one of my son taking along a wooded road on an autumn day leaning against a brick wall. You can see the sun shining through the colored leaves…and all the leaves on the ground.
If I had taken this photograph digitally only 20 years ago, I probably would not be able to look at it today or make a print of it. Today I can.
I found this abandoned railroad passenger car sitting behind an abandoned grain elevator at Prairie du Chein WI while taking photographs along the Mississippi River in 2009.
The clouds of the summer day and the dirt surrounding the old tracks tell a story of times long gone by for many river towns along the river.
Who knows all the stories this old car would have of the places it visited and the people who travelled on it? A voice out of the past.
When we talk abouit “beach bums” we all have different ideas of what a “beach bum” could be….it could be a person who loves the beach and hangs out there, a person who loves the beach….or a homeless person who lives on the beach. This photo of the week is my version of a “beach bum,” that certainly lives on and along the beach.
It was captured near Destin, FL in 2009 while I was scouting out some photos of a small beached sail boat. The bird turned out better than the sail boat. It was taken on a cloudy day so that none of the detail was lost in deep shadows.
I focused on the bird’s eyes and you will notice that the water in the background and the beach in the foreground is slightly out of focus…as is the end of the bird’s beak. I also have a color shot of the bird that is in my “other” gallery…soon to be renamed.
Normally this blog is used to help you improve your photography. This week it is to introduce a new gallery on my website: ” French Quarter Doorways,” in New Orleans.
How many times in our lives have we made a committment to finish one project right now without going off in another direction before it was finished? While working on my Mississippi River project we were spending several days in New Orleans and the French Quarter, I noticed all the differerent old doorways and the interaction of people around these doorways. I immediately decided to do a small gallery on the doorways of the French Quarter. These old buildings and their cafes, galleries and shops provide an interesting viewing experience to those people who have not been to the French Quarter…and also to those that have.
Meanwhile my River Gallery has taken a second seat to this one. But only for a few days.
I guess you could say that in the French Quarter life circulates around doorways and I have tried to provide that with this new gallery. Enjoy the doorways.