The unknown. The unspoken. The infinite spaces “in between”. The unanswered questions, which do have answers, if we can just find them. These are the notions that draw us, lure us, pull us into any great mystery.
The main character of our mystery today is light itself. It is fleeting and temporary. Capturing it is like a siren song to photographers. It lures and captures us our hearts, then demands that we tell its story, beginning with its glorious illumination, its gradual fade – its eventual disappearance into darkness. Or is it the other way around?
The Humphrey Bogart of Photography
I often think of black and white as the Humphrey Bogart of photography; it cloaks itself in mystery, dancing between light and shadow, making no apologies, offering no explanation, simply leaving you standing there by yourself to decide where one reality ends and another begins. It is the ultimate mystery, which keeps you asking questions and wanting to know more.