I love black and white photos. My walls are covered with them. Don’t mistake this to mean that I think color photographs are second best, because I love color too. However, there is just something about a well done black and white image that speaks to my soul. Black and white photography was where I learned to be more than just a snapshot photographer, and it has always been a part of how I look at the world when I am photographing it, even when I am working in color.
I can’t count how many times I’ve heard that now, or some variant of it. Undoubtedly, at some point during the day of the wedding, I will hear it. It may be a thankful bridesmaid who can’t quite figure out a bustle, a bride thankful that baby wipes are generally good at getting dirt off of hemlines, or a groom that doesn’t know which side the boutonniere is supposed to be pinned on (the left). They always seem so amazed, like I’m some magical fountain of knowledge.