When I shoot in black and white, which is most of the time; I kinda miss shooting in colour a bit. And then I start to see everything that could have been a great colour composition and frame, just like Alex Webb or Jesse Marlow's frames to name a few. No seriously! Drat! I sigh. But with black and white I feel the sassiness - the intense poetry that truly only black and white photography brings! Very contentious, I know! I'm in love with the world again... in black and white ha!

When I don't give in to my muse for colour she knocks on my door.

Persistent! Loud! And then she screams in my head:

"Hey, you're missing out!"

In all that inner turmoil, I succumb. I switch.

But it only takes me a few days to feel how much I miss the wispy poetic B/W frames. I miss the B/W titillation. I miss that arousal that ONLY B/W tones bring. I say bye bye Alex Webb and Trent Parke. I'm back to square one.

Do you ever feel that way? It's ok if you do, or even if you don't.

I'm shamelessly happy to admit I go through this almost every day. :)

Happy shooting everyone.

Ramadan night food market at Lakemba

heaven, nature and humanity

Eveleigh