My trio of favorite Norwegian bloggers (see sidebar) have recently been posting a lot in monochrome, or what I in my old fashioned brain think of as black and white. I remember black and white from the days of film in my childhood camera and even further back to the first camera I had ever seen, my brother's Kodak box brownie camera.
Some of the foremost art photography from the 20th Century is in black and white. The works of Margaret Bourke-White and Man Ray spring to mind and there are professionals and hobbyists out there right now doing stunning things in black and white but it's not an area I have thought about much.
In this age of digital cameras and electronic storage prints do not fade. Storage is not an old shoe box on a shelf somewhere. It is easy to remain enraptured with color but I suspect that thinking in black and white makes you look for contrast and detail and sharpness. So I begin to experiment with a new age of monochrome.
My storm bird was probably a casualty of some high winds and rain that we got a few weeks ago. Sea birds are as camouflaged in death as they are in life and in death they literally become part of the landscape just as in their lives they flew and fished and breathed over it.
Back home I found that black and white isn't just black and white but endless variations of fade, tint and tiny bits of color left in ... or not.
The monochrome setting gave a lovely old world feel to this shot of the lady in a spotty swimsuit.
But for now my most effective shot still ended up being in color.
Rest in peace, storm bird.