Every autumn brings a delicious new set of hues. As much as I love the almost-too-bright sun fawning all over the trees, I really truly love a gray fall day. The dark gray clouds make every rich color deepen or even disappear into the foggy mist.
Gray is technically not a color. It sits somewhere between black and white. Black and white photography relies on the grayscale to convey its art.
That's how photography began. A magical world drained of color, but boldly reducing emotion to somewhere between black and white. The visual equivalent of Shakespeare's moral excuse "Tis nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so." (Hamlet)
Tis nothing black or white, only shades of gray.
