I recently shared some photos of photos (how meta I know) of old lantern slides over on my Instagram account, which rekindled a lost love for all that is black and white.
The lovely Annie Smith commented that she's like to see me do more portraits and it led to me thinking about how much I enjoy taking photos of people. I don't do it very often but when I do, I'm usually pretty happy with the results.
Yesterday evening, as the temperature dropped a little and golden hour kicked in, the kids and I wandered off for a walk in nearby Exbury. We all enjoyed the shade of the trees, the warmth of the evening sun and the light breeze - and as they ran ahead I took some photos.
A couple of weekends ago, Al and I went to Berlin to celebrate his birthday. When we were there we spent some time at the Topagraphie des Terrors where we saw many black and white photos. There were a couple of colour photos on display too and they really stood, and drove home the difference in my own mind between black and white and colour that's existed until now - black and white documents the past. Of course at the time they were documenting the present - but it's interesting how we react to different types of photos.
I'm only at the beginning of my journey with black and white photography and I've a lot to learn, but so far I do rather love how it captures expressions and mood.