Although I’ve not yet finished my rambles in the rainbow garden, I’ve been invited by Allan at Ohm, Sweet Ohm to take a break and try my hand at black and white.
Black and white seems particularly apt for the season. Formerly bountiful, colorful branches have been stripped bare to black. Vistas first cushioned in soft snow white are suffused with bleak gray, sharpened by menacingly icy shards.
Gray almost always predominates when color is swept away–as it does here on a rock salt- mottled road that had steeped for nearly a season under detritus deposited by heroically-named blizzards.
The roads are so much more interesting now that they’ve eroded into colorless abstract art.