A Special Place © Jay Goodrich

I have taken close to a hundred black and white images in 20 years of photographing. Yep, 100. That is it. I don’t even think it’s a recognizable percent of my total images to date. My old excuse was that I didn’t want to house another film in a fridge that was already packed with Velvia, Provia, and some straggling Kodak packages. An excuse which has been busted for five years now – the timeframe I have been shooting with a digital camera. So what’s the deal? Am I one of those guys who scoffs at imagery with a lack of color? Am I ignoring all of the founders of modern photography? Did Ansel Adams’ son steal my girlfriend in high school? I think I am a little bit of a creative? Or am I? Can I not walk my talk? What’s my major malfunction? Maybe I am a stubborn shit who thinks color is the nectar of the gods, and believes that you can have my saturation slider when you pull it from my cold dead fingers?

Without being able to come up with a viable reason as to why. I have decided to throw caution into the wind and “Go for it”. “This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!” As Clark Griswald stated in the movie Vacation, just before jumping into the pool with Christi Brinkley. Do you hear the tires screeching to a hault? Well maybe I shouldn’t take it that far. My wife reads this thing from time to time you know.

Resisting is futile. Like a two finger glass of Don Julio 1942, once it hits your lips…It’s 2010 now. Next item up for bid is a…brand new desaturated image, make that 101 baby.