Roses are special. This monochrome image pays homage to all roses. The rose that posed for this photo died 39 years ago in 1970, yet lives on as the essence of a solitary rose. After all this time, I’m eager to share one of my favorite photos with my friends.
I’ve always had an affinity for black and white photography because it strips away the labels and distractions of color leaving pure form expressed in the tonalities of light and shadow. The rose doesn’t hide. It doesn’t scream. It whispers gently “here I am, enjoy me for what I am. I invite you to caress the edges of my petals, to feel their delicacy, to witness my unfolding, to remember me.”
I enjoy color too. Color conveys a different mood. I like the soft pinks and yellows, the promise of beauty unfolding, the hint of green leaves, the soft bluish background that gives contrast to the warm colors of the rose petals.
Don’t ask me to choose. I’ll cheat and tell you I like both images. Some photographs have to be monochrome while others wear their colors proudly. Each of these images is right in it’s own way. I embrace both.
Ooofff…my dragon just poked me in my ribs. He likes both images too and wonders when I’m going to make more. I poked him back and told him to relax, my Nikon film cameras are itchy and I’m ready to scratch the itch. I just ordered color slide and B&W film, fresh B&W chemistry and I’m ready for action.
I always let my dragon have a peek through my viewfinder before we trip the shutter. He may be nosy, but he always gives me good advice and he loves the sensual experience of the Nikon F3HP.