Sunday, June 20, 2010

Life in black and white

There is something peaceful about a black and white photo.

something still.

Something reverent.

I recently stumbled upon a blog that had several beautiful black and white photos. It inspired me to search through my own photos, seeking out the ones that would be enhanced by a loss of color.

I love the way it changes the look of people


and things

 My mom used to love the movie "Children of a Lesser God, " and would watch it over and over. In one scene, a girl is swimming and the movie is completely silent. It is as if you are seeing this girl as a deaf person would see her. It is beautiful. Black and white photography reminds me of that scene, as if the lack of sound and the lack of color are related.

One of the quotes I think of from time to time at night is one that I copied into my poetry journal years ago. It's from Donald Miller's first book. "Prayer and the Art of Volkswagon Maintenance." I bought it for a dollar at a thrift store and cherished it, even though it wasn't on any best seller lists. I still find myself quoting it every once in a while, although I never can seem to get the words quite right. I wish I still had it, but it wandered off long ago packed away with some boy's things and I am too cheap to buy it over again. I should have just given him the copy of "A Man, A Can, and A Microwave" and sent him on his merry way, but I was trying too hard to impress him with the witty notes I had written in the margins. One of the many moments in my life I wish I could get back is the moment I put that book into his hands.

"There is a solace in night travel that is absent in daylight. Daylight is broad and exposing. Gas stations, factories, and billboards are all brought to life under the sun. Night covers them. It is as if God has draped a cloth over the cares of the day, pouring them into our memories for meditation and reflection. There is much to think about, much we have left behind. The smell of freedom is as sweet as air through the windows. There is a feeling that time itself is curtained by darkness."

And on that note, I will try to get some sleep. I'm sure all of this will seem much less poetic in the morning.

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