Monochrome

My sadly neglected blog remains in limbo as despite a transfusion of mountain air, I remain unable to write anything of any use – to me or the world for that matter. My ability to wax lyrical about life and living remains on pause so for now, photographs. Ever since the acquisition of my nikon, the whole black and white thing piques my interest but without the colour factor, the choice of subject matter gets a little more complicated.

     

In black and white

~ Thousands of tired,  nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the  mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; that mountain parks and  reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers,  but as fountains of life. ~ John  Muir
So, fitting somewhere in that gene pool, we fled to the mountains for a long weekend at Castleburn Lake. We walked, we hiked, we ate, we drank, we talked – in the fresh air and the sunshine. Yes, we worked – not quite at the level of zen disengagement (yet). I took photographs, a lot of photographs – the joys of digital.
Trying out the whole “theme” idea this week – this first picture was taken while crossing an open field next to the river (luxuriously full after the good summer rains). In colour it was a fairly run of the mill collapsed tree, in black and white somewhat apocalyptic
A little further along the “singing” waters was the remains on a tree that had literally been taken out by, what must have been, a humungous lightning strike!
     
Somehow this black and white is almost better in colour – if that makes sense.
PS. Apologies for the bunched up post but WordPress doesn’t seem to want to give me any spacing between paragraphs and pictures!