I recall an art class in elementary school during which we had to select something to sketch. Next to our school yard sat an old dilapidated barn. It was perfect and I soon got busy with pencil and paper, duplicating the image before me.
Since then, I have had an eye for similar scenes. When Kim and I spent a Saturday berry picking, we lucked upon these old buildings, an old farmstead, on the property. With the owner's permission, we ventured forth, enduring rain showers, to explore.
I love what black and white reveals.
It just seems appropriate to render some photos to black and white to capture the "age" of the structures.
It just seems appropriate to render some photos to black and white to capture the "age" of the structures.
