We had some dull sort of days on Tiree last week, and I started messing around with the black and white setting on my camera (query for the more knowledgeable: does this actually do something different to taking the picture in colour, and then editing to black and white? I don’t understand…)
It was strange for me, because I’m normally all about the colours, but I couldn’t get those nearly-colourless images of Skye out of my head, particularly the silhouetted Old Man of Storr. I’m not particularly happy with these pictures, but I think it’s something I’ll be doing more of, working at it, to get better. It becomes a purer exercise, focussing your eye on the composition and the light.
And without colour, I’m not sure I recognise places with the same ease. I’ve been comparing colours all summer: Tiree, Derbyshire, Anglesey, Northumberland, Skye, and back again to Tiree. Each place had its own distinctive colour palette. I need to practise a new way of seeing.
I impulse bought monochrome yarns in Oban yesterday afternoon. We can see where this is going to lead…
(Curiously, nothing else about my life appears black and white, so I think I’ll stick to creating, and stop trying to find answers to the rest of it…)