Fotografia in Bianco e Nero: An Adventure, sort of.
I had a conversation with a friend earlier last week about developing your style as a creative where we discussed color and black and white photography as creative expressions. I explained to him how I never felt as if I could be a black and white photographer because it was too limiting of a conversation. Black and white strips the “soul” of a conversation away and gets down to the essentials. Later, as I rethought about my statement, I concluded that maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe we talk too much. Maybe sometimes we should get direct to the point. I went about the entire week photographing in Black and white and looking for stories that could be told without color.
Kings and Queens of Campo Di Fiori: As per the usual birds are everywhere in this old market located in the Campo di Fiori neighbourhood.
View from my Dinner Table: Was it a fruit or a glass of wine that I had? here is a hint, it wasn’t both.
Tongue: Three tongues hang out of a tired building near the Vatican.
Thirty Eight: A favorite hangout I frequent sometimes across the street from Castel St Angelo.
Football: Us Americans correctly call it “soccer” because you “sock” the ball. What do you put on your foot? A sock. American Football is called “Football” because the ball is exactly one foot in measurement. That’s for all of my European friends to understand.
Alone Time: Saw this gentlemen sitting alone, sitting with his phone. Unsure what he was doing, doesn’t matter.
The Church Steps: Now you are faced with a delimma, you walk into a church where you ask for salvation while ignoring those asking you for a bit. is this hypocrisy or something else all together?