As to why I separate black and white photos from color photos, it has more to do with intention than spectra. However pleasant it is to see only black and white images together, if only for the sake of consistency, I’m not trying to get the same meanings or implications from one format as I am from the other. Black and white is more photographic, perhaps less concerned with how things look than how they are. Color is more difficult in that we know immediately when it’s wrong, and can thus be easily distracted from what other subjects and objects the image might be putting to work. So a photo that works in color works in part because of its fidelity to how its subject appears without being photographed. A photo that works in black and white works in spite or because of its obvious distinction from a more varied palette. Not news, necessarily, but this seems as good a place as any to think out loud. Enjoy the photos.
These photographs were taken in the course of a single walk through Brooklyn Heights. Once I split from from the familiar paths of Henry and Clinton Streets, the architectural range and history was sometimes quite surprising. A beautiful neighborhood.
A hull made to touch
the arctic shoulder of the vacant
Alan Felsenthal, “Lowly”