
No this is not an endorsement of colorizing old movies or photos. Instead, it is a tribute to black and white photos.
I don't know about you, but when I look into a black and white photo, whether it's a client's or my own family's, I dream in a way that I simply do not with color. These photos spark memories and feelings of an earlier time.
Two stories about black and white images continue to amuse me. My daughter loved to look at old family albums quite a bit when she was young. One day she asked, "Was the world in black and white when you were little?"
On another occasion she called to me upstairs that I should come watch television with her. "It's your favorite," she said, "black and white."
Yup, that photo is of little me when the world was black and white. I love this photo, my all-time favorite of me, because of the clear sense of style that it shows in little me. Note the contrasting stripes, boots on my feet in what appears to be very dry conditions and, of course, the hat in my hand. You've got to admit I was a snazzy dresser even then. Now I wish this photo went further so I could see which family car was in the driveway in our neighborhood. I'll remember rides in the 57 Chevy that Mom drove or 61 Impala.
So pull out your black and white photos and send them to me. I'd love to see them. Every photo like every person tells story.
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1 comment:
Susan,
Nice work on your new blog! Congratulations and keep up the good work.
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