This morning is overcast with threatening rain. Perfect conditions for photography.
I took this an hour ago.
I can’t stop looking at this photo.
From the exhibit: Where Three Dreams Cross: 150 Years of Photography from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh at Whitechapel Gallery in London.
If you’re into making black+white photographs, this is a great book: Advanced Digital Black+White Photography by John Beardsworth. Thorough descriptions and plenty of examples make this a great reference for Photoshopping photographs into their very best black and white selves.

I am not sure I can rationalize making color photographs into black and white. Maybe I’m too practical to see the reason for it. I really like black and white photographs and I actually enjoyed watching my black and white tv way back when. But if I had been given the choice to watch tv in color or black and white, I think I would have been crazy to give up the opportunity to see everything in color.
My argument is this: if you take pictures with black and white film, that’s a conscious choice– you’re looking through the lens knowing that the images you capture will be black and white. If you take color photographs, it seems a little presumptuous to then fiddle so much with the color that you totally eliminate it all together… clearly I am not an artist in the true sense of the word. Because to me it’s like throwing away a lot of perfectly good information by discarding the color. I do sound loony, but by golly, that’s how I feel. And it’s a free country, so I’m gonna stick with my opinion.
My verdict: If you feel you have to make your photos black and white, this book is good for you.
I think I remember hearing about this book on NPR– the author was being interviewed and the book sounded intriguing The Dawn of the Color Photograph: Albert Kahn’s Archives of the Planet by David Okuefuna. Here’s the premise: a really wealthy French man, Albert Kahn, sent people all around the world to take pictures in the early 20th century. The photos are all in color and have a grainy look, and each is a little slice of history. They’re unintentionally romantic– the early photography necessitated long sittings and it makes these photos seem strangely staged even though they are not. Kind of like they’re standing still for you, but once you flip the page they’ll go back to whatever activity they had been doing.
I thought I would really enjoy looking at these photographs because I’d expected to get a better understanding of what things looked like back when the pictures were taken. Instead it seems to have had the reverse effect on me. The grainy muted colors and the long exposure time makes the scenes look contrived, though they are not, and as a result I couldn’t really enjoy the book. I flipped the pages and felt dismayed that I could not get past my first impressions and immerse myself in the information.
Conclusion: This book is for a better person than me. I’m pretty shallow, and I should have liked this book better. The book is good; I am not.