Since participating in Otto Münchow’s online workshop, Finding Your Photographic Voice, I’ve unearthed more than a voice. I found my vision, as well. Or at least I’ve scraped a pin prick of scum off my eyeballs. I used to resort to black and white post-production to bolster inferior color shots. For the first time in my life, I find myself pre-visualizing in black and white or a sepia-tint.
New Mexico is a fabulous place to meander with a camera smashed to your face. There is plenty of gorgeous color, but for some reason black and white imagery crept into my imagination. Perhaps I was channeling Mr. Adams. Thank you, Ansel, for the magnificent inspiration. Now, if I could refine my technique and execute the crisp images my mind sees . . .