I confess to having a photographic mistress and she is black and white. Our relationship goes so far back that I can't remember when it started, only that I love her as much today as I ever have, maybe more. She gives me looks that color cannot. Once I see what she has to offer, nothing else will do. Sure, I know this is not how the world really looks and it's an abstraction, but I don't care. I am captivated by her spell and am grateful she is so tolerant of the time I spend with color. It is my good fortune to not have to choose one over the other.
Unlike the friendly relationship that exists between color and black and white, the chrome mailbox and the handrail shadows were arguing about who was most attractive, so I agreed to include both of them in the photo.
This image was created in Savannah's historic district, a truly enjoyable place for a stroll at any time of day and a great location to find a chrome mailbox.
