On Facebook, I was challenged to the B&W challenge … the hashtag phenomenon that is the modern equivalent of a chain letter.
Like most photographers, I started with a basic SLR, a 50mm lens and a few rolls of B&W film.
But if I had a choice, I wouldn’t have shot black and white. I don’t care about black and white. I never have. I like when other people do black and white just fine. I guess I don’t love it either.
Sure film and photography got its start in black & white, but nothing compared to color. Sure, people almost fainted the first time they saw a train approaching in the Z axis. And nothing terrorized audiences like King Kong beating his chest in the original.
But it’s Technicolor that ended up being the milkshake that brought all the boys — and girls — to the yard.
Or that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I see a lot of people receive the black and white challenge and they go find some beloved work, convert it to black and white and present it to the world.
Big fucking yawn.
Some people really do see in black and white. Like the folks who photographed the movie Double Indemnity. Those people are artists.
I have friends who love and work well in the medium.
But I’m sorry. I see in color. Or my version of color. And that’s what I like.
Maybe it’s the metaphor of not seeing in black and white. Maybe it’s that the world works in a form of color to me, and it makes me happy to see things “realistically.”
But I’m taking the fucking challenge anyway. And I’m debating between these two images as my first submission …