Looking back through the past few weeks of self-portraits, I’ve realised that I’ve done black and white A LOT. I do love black and white, its simplicity, how it removes distractions, leaving you just to focus on the lines, shapes, and light. And with so many images today over processed in Photoshop, black and white remains timeless, not trendy.
But maybe the black and white has also been a reflection of life lately, its starkness indicative of the miserable dreary winter that wouldn’t end. Maybe subconsciously I just haven’t been able to see in color the past few weeks.
Today though, today, I went for a run in shorts. Shorts! Two days ago I was feeling so optimistic that I cleaned off the deck and retrieved the outdoor furniture from hibernation, all while wearing capri pants and flip-flops. The flip-flops were admittedly a stretch though.
So this week, color, lots of lovely spring color. The seasons are turning (finally) and I can see in color again!
