I love color. I have a heck of a time picking a favorite--usually blue--because when I'm deciding, a gorgeous shade of red will jump in there...or some earth tones...and...wow...how do you decide? So it took me a while to jump on the Seven-days, seven black-and-white photos, no people, no explanations challenge on Facebook. But I did.
It was fun to do. I had musical things, because being married to a musician changes all things. Brightens things. Adds immeasurably to my life's private soundtrack.
And then I had the writing part of my life. Where I spend my time. Where I'm sitting as I write this.
And then, because I've written a column for over 20 years, off and on, called Window Over the Sink I used this picture.
On the fourth day, I went outside. Walked around. Stared at things in an effort to see them as other people might. Didn't work, but I took this picture of our shed with the its bell-tower. Duane built the shed. The bell was a gift from his parents.
Day Five was easy. It's the seventh quilt I made after retiring--Eamon's. Made from fabric his mother chose, when I learned to sew pinwheels. Not well, but I learned.
On the sixth day, I wanted a memory, so found a picture I took on a walking trail in Rising Sun, Indiana when we were visiting Duane's mom there. Made me miss her, but it was a nice day. I wish you could see the steam over the river in the picture, but I'm not that good of a photographer.
It was fun to do. I had musical things, because being married to a musician changes all things. Brightens things. Adds immeasurably to my life's private soundtrack.
And then I had the writing part of my life. Where I spend my time. Where I'm sitting as I write this.
On today, the seventh day. I used this.
I liked the black-and-white challenge. As little as I know about photography, I realized that what's IN the photograph makes a huge difference, as does the composition. The placement. I must have moved the little birdhouse three or four times before I took the candid shot on my bookshelf. These are the things that provide life to the monochromatic images.
It's what we do with books, isn't it? We have to get the words just right to provide life. To supply color.
Did you do the challenge?
absolutely! I've been doing a similar challenge on Instagram (and sharing some of the pics through to FB) and it's been equal parts fun and challenging...and reminded me to add the color when I'm writing, too.
ReplyDeleteI forget all about Instagram! It was hard to do the photos with no people, though, because that's where the REAL color is, and the real life.
DeletePretty pictures! I haven't done the challenge yet...maybe I will while I'm in CA...that might be fun.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun. Photography is something I wish I'd done in earlier days and still fascinates me.
DeleteI didn’t do the challenge, but have enjoyed the pics. Doesn’t life seem more poetic in black and white?
ReplyDeleteI think that's a good word for it.
DeleteBlack and white pictures are more poetic somehow. I guess they remind me of the box of old pictures my mother had in a drawer, most of them black and white. I used to love those old photos. I think you did a great job on your pictures!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jana. I never thought of them as poetic, but you and Ava are both right!
DeleteI didn't do the challenge. But, I loved your pictures. Especially the bench and bell shed.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margie. I couldn't pick a favorite, but I enjoyed the challenge.
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