Whenever I see people’s photos in black and white, I think how stunning they are. How simple, yet thought provoking. Somehow, when things are in black and white they appear more interesting than they do in colour, yet that doesn’t really make any sense. Because black and white is just bland and plain. It shouldn’t work, but it does.
Yet I never think to turn my photos into black and white.
We’ve had a crap few weeks. I’m fed up of my daughter being unable to walk, I’m fed up of looking awful. I’m fed up of thinking about these things, worrying about these things and writing about these things. I’m looking for things to cheer me up for a few minutes – my work, a nice meal, a walk, some fresh air. They last for a short time and then I start feeling rubbish again.
Somehow the prospect of turning cheerful photos into black and white for The Gallery cheered me up. So here’s a few of my photos of happy times turned into black and white…
And I’m smiling agin. For now.
I wrote this post in response to a prompt on The Gallery at Sticky Fingers. Pop over to see how others have interpreted the theme ‘black and white’.