Black and white photographs aren't really black and white. They are rather a geography of grayscales, often more densely populated by moods and textures than their chromatic alter-egos.
Lately, I have been drawn to the colorless versions, perhaps because I still see them as a novelty. Color can impress, but it can also desensitize and distract. Black and white photographs reveal a boundless landscape of derivative tones.
Looking at them reminds me of that magical moment in elementary school when a math teacher points at a number line and tells the students that the space between two whole numbers is filled with an infinite number of fractions.
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do you remember who taught you about the infinite number of fractions? mrs. woodward? mrs. lamboglia? i think it was mrs. delgado for me. dude, i miss your posts. can you post more frequently? i'll try to post more frequently too. :)))
Mrs. Woodward (q.e.p.d.) :) Work has been crazy busy lately, but I will try and post more often. I liked your list btw, and was amazed that you just recently learned to separate colors before doing the wash....
Un abrazo
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