Black & White

While this page is looking rather bleak at the moment, bear with me. After all, I did mistakenly publish this site today four days prematurely.

Until then, a thought: we live in a day in which the black and white now is purely a matter of choice. If you’ve read what I’ve written on finally deciding to begin publishing my photographs as such, what I call “raw photos, then you’ve perceived a little of my mind on the subject. The choice to render an image as a black and white creates a strange dichotomy. You actually have two images—one color, one black and white. Do you toss the one in favor of the other?

I have at times decided that certain images, once I have considered trying them out as a more Spartan black and white, and then decided to make it so, I usually rule out ever allowing it to be seen in color. Yet like all things to do within the realm of digital photography today, even that adherence to restriction is beginning to wane away. At the same time there are images that are unable to work as black and whites, and vice versa.

The digital arena has altered our world completely. We are forever changed, when one thinks on the subject. And the precious nature of that object we once called a photograph, which was usually considered to be a paper print, is almost faded from view. In a blog I’ll soon publish once I get this site relatively under control, is to look very deeply into the nature of our love of technology while at the same time our need for the humane. These kinds of thoughts will begin to appear in that blog.

Yet, as in all technological change in the art of communication, when something has become less valid in the commercial fields of discipline, it almost invariably emerges from the other end of the venturi a much stronger and far more powerful entity as a media. It’s a mainline into iconic “fine art” status, one could even say. Chemical photography, as I now refer to it, that art which is closely akin to both science and alchemy, with the finest attenuation to true art in some ways, will flourish as the sole realm of the cherished photographic darkroom print. “That which is dead can never die,” to quote a small little series which spanned the spectrum of human observations. Art surely is forever. Black and White photograph is Iron Born.