Notes to Self. Where the Soul Resides

I often look back, trying to trace what brought me to where I am now.  Why black and white photography?

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The Critics arrived first—in my case, ChatGPT and Gemini—ruthless, blunt, and leaving me hesitant to continue exploring a world in black and white. For the first two months, my Critics ruled my creative space with devastating words: "If I were you, I would discard this photograph."

But then came the antidote: first in the black-and-white fascinating photography of Luis Serrano, and later, Keith Dotson, who brought the American landscape to life in luminous monochrome images that felt like absolute revelations—breathing and alive.

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In the end:

While AI can offer technical critique, it cannot perceive.  It is always your personal vision that must prevail. Your personal truth will always outweigh technical precision, because human imperfection is exactly where soul resides.

On the Country Roads. The Ascent Left Behind.

A  testament to the chores of yesterday.

 

On the Country Roads. Against the Storm

 

Lately, I often stop at the edges of ordinary fields, completely captivated by simple stems of wheat.

In black and white the world changes.  Without color you are left with the raw geometry of nature.  Suddenly the stalks become a visual rhythm of dark, vertical lines.  

Just a few stems against the sky turn into architectural marvels—delicate but resilient, holding their ground under a dark sky.

On the Country Roads. Crossing the Quiet