My Zelig-like personality is sometimes a burden and is never more so than when I'm reflecting on what kind of photographer I consider myself to be. When I first emerge from my backyard sweat lodge my mind and body free of impurities I know I am a photographer who will pick up whatever machine is closest at hand, be it digital or analog, and use it to craft beautiful images that are mine and mine alone. That me doesn't care if the results are in color or in black and white. All other times I swing wildly from one extreme to the other when I ask myself "WTF am I doing with this camera in my hand?" I'm a genius, I'm a fraud, I'm a professional, I'm a hobbyist, I should shoot in color, I should shoot in black and white...and on and on.
Obviously I need to spend much more time being beaten by my shaman into a Zen-like trance of
I know what you're thinking:
-What the heck is he rambling on about?
-You know what I hate about blogs? Bull-shit, self-indulgent claptrap like this.
-Forget photography this guy should write for a living.
-What does this have to do with black and white photography?
Those are all great questions. I'll answer the last one. I prefer to shoot in color. *PRETENTIOUS ART-SCHOOLISH SENTENCE ALERT!* I "see" in color. But now and then I feel a compulsion to take some pictures in black and white to prove to myself and the 6 other people who care about this that I can do it and that I am a "real" photographer.
I just hope Henri Cartier-Bresson is happy. I see in color. My God.
The first group of photos are from a project I'm working on based in and around the Alewife T-station, a hulking concrete eyesore that squats on the wetlands down the road from my house.
The second group is made up of random shots from around town that caught my eye. As always touch the images and they'll grow.
*Old-timey phrases are better and more pure than new ones.