Last week1 I stumbled into the deep blacks for the Marla shoot and it brought me back to my first love. Black and white. It reminded me as I got lost in the texture of stretch marks and blemishes that form and texture still excite my eye.
One of the trades that went along with doing mostly color work for the last several years is losing my grasp on form and composition. Color allows for that because often it’s literally about the color. The other trade off of course was high dynamic range, surrendering the blacks. saving the highlights. chasing broad exposures (which are so. much harder compositionally because they are more complex).
well to hell with all that for now.
I want to dwell in the crushed blacks. float high above over exposure in lost highlights. It’s past time we get back to low dynamic range (somewhere a lot of photographer’s just began weeping for no reason).
When I find a mood or edit I often dabble in old photos testing it and seeing how it works in various light setups. That, then, is how we arrive at this near random jumble of photos for your enjoyment.
I’m really happy with how this new black and white process is going. It seems to carry well from subject to subject and I’ve already started to work out how printing and various papers effect things. More on that later.
I’ll leave you with a small new print update. I’ve added one of the prints in from the winter box to the store in larger sizes (11x14 and 16x20). If you’re looking for a beautiful winter print get on it. The 16x20 are limited to 10 and one is spoken for already.