I’m always, always attracted to black and white photography first. I often shoot personal photos with the jpeg settings in black and white. I did that yesterday, when I started the leaf project. I get visions of Ilford silver gelatin prints in my brain and they’re just yummy to my eyes.
But then, I pull them into Lightroom and look.
I processed the black and white images first. I used Mama and Daddy’s Minolta 50mm f1.4 MD Rokkor-X lens on the X-Pro2. I adjusted the contrast and exposure a little bit but otherwise, I left the photos alone.
I love the textures. They’re what I related to emotionally when I was taking the photographs.
But then, I pulled the raw versions into Lightroom, and I saw something entirely different:
It’s how my photography-as-therapy works. My heart feels things in black and white, with very little room for the richness of the color. When I went out to take pictures of the leaves yesterday, I was in a dark place. I made myself do it but my heart wasn’t really into it. But then I see these and I remember– my life was just as rich yesterday when I wasn’t feeling it as it is today, when I am.
Must remember this. Must also shoot in color more often.