I know very little about photography and can therefore make wild speculations into art theory without shame. Black and white photography, I say, is a survivalist sort of art. When colour is sucked from the picture, its subject cannot help but fight its way to the forefront, ferocious in its focus. It must be seen. Reduced, stripped to the bare necessities of interpretation, it is the Bear Grylls of the photographic world.
Joel and Jachin out for a walk in the vast wilds of the North
Grandmother's house: after supper, before dessert