Where color is bold and calls for presence in the current moment, black and white brings out emotion differently, more like a memory.
With black and white, texture and contrast come to the forefront, little details that may not be fully seen or appreciated in color. Both have their place. Both are beautiful in their own ways.
My husband and I have had many conversations about how memory lives in our minds.
He can see everything vividly like a movie replaying in full detail, scene by scene.
For me, the image is duller and ghosted, more like an imprint of a moment that fades in and fades out just as quickly.
Black and white feels closer to that imprint.
Black and white also carries a larger history with it, an ode to the beginnings of photography and film.
Growing up, my childhood home was filled with antiques and photographs of my relatives. I would often look at their portraits and wonder about the lives they lived.
Recently, I went through my parents’ box of heirloom photos to make copies for my own home. Unlike the formal portraits I remembered from the walls, these felt surprisingly modern and full of life.
They are a reminder that some things will never change.
We are more similar to those who came before than we realize.
continuance
The stars, small diamonds, illuminate the heavens.
Main sequence yellow giants
burn so bright they'll dwarf to black.
And still — they keep on glowing.
The mountains, stoic landmarks of old,
faithful lookout, steady titans —
solid rock melts to molten orange.
And still — they keep enduring.
And you and me, our family tree
here but for a moment —
plant seeds we'll never see sprout green.
And still — we keep on sowing.
-LC