A late night in Barcelona was spent walking around this section of the city filled with restaurants and Tapas bars. This is another from the series that I've posted from the area. It was a film noir kind of atmosphere, such that I expected characters from an old movie to walk by at any moment. That wasn't to be.
Black and white is a medium that evokes more from my imagination. Monochrome compared to color is like radio to video. Radio allows my mind to rush in a fill the void resulting in a more vivid experience. It's counterintuitive, a case of less is more. So it is with black and white photography. My brain knows the world is colorful so it rushes in to fill a similar void and, unknowingly I've become engaged with the image.
In this scene I purposely removed some of the detail, I simplified the image. So that, together with the high contrast tones, the black and white image leaves out information for my mind to fill in. What I fill in is different from you, it's depends on our personality, psyche and predispositions. Same principal as an ink blot, or looking at clouds, we each see something different. For me, this is a mystery and a puzzle all wrapped into an old movie from the forties. For you, something very different than me.
This is the end of Lake Wakatipu in Glenorchy. I was here a couple of years ago on a Trey Ratcliff photo adventure. I had just switched from Nikon to Sony and so was still struggling with the placement of the buttons and menus. Sometimes I go back and look at my settings and wonder what I was thinking, like this one, my aperture was f10; seems a little high. Maybe I should just forget about all that and just enjoy the scenery. Do me a favor and ignore the exposure settings.
Actually, I was going back to look at my New Zealand photos and found this sitting in the bit bucket. I started working on its just out of curiosity and then got carried away. All the while I was thinking I'd seen this before. Sure enough, I'd processed and posted this same picture about a year-and-a-half ago. My techniques and eye are constantly changing and this time the result was different. So maybe I should have titled it Glenorchy Part 2, ...or some such thing.
Boy, if I could go back in time and make different choices. Well, just a few. Like buying XYZ stock when it was a dollar. Until I invent a time machine I'll just have to live in the present, learn from the past, place one foot in front of the other. Actually, I'm kind of glad I can't go back, it seems the longer I live the less confused things are. So going back and buying that stock might just put me back into a place I don't want to be. Hmmmm, ... tis a bit of a conundrum.