Colour of Life

They simply ask me to look differently.

There is a certain comfort in black and white.

It feels timeless.

It feels quieter.

It allows light, shadow, form and gesture to speak without distraction.

Perhaps that is why I keep coming back to it.

But then comes colour.

A little red in the afternoon.

Blue beneath the sky.

Yellow across a wall.

Green somewhere unexpected.

A reflection, a sign, a piece of clothing, a passing moment that suddenly makes the frame feel alive.

And I remember something simple:

“Colour reminds me that life is there.”

Black and white can make a moment feel timeless. Colour can make it feel present.

One removes the distraction of colour and reveals the structure beneath it. The other allows colour to become part of the story — sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly, sometimes almost accidentally.

Neither needs to be better than the other.

They are simply different ways of seeing.

But life was never made in black and white.

It has colour.

Film makes this even more interesting because colour is never completely predictable. The way it renders light, skin, shadow and atmosphere becomes part of the experience. There is a little distance between seeing the scene and seeing the photograph.

You choose the film.

You make the exposure.

You press the shutter.

Then you wait.

What comes back is not always exactly what you imagined.

And that is part of the joy.

Photography, for me, is becoming less about controlling every element and more about paying attention to what is already there.

The journey matters as much as the destination.

Walking without necessarily knowing what I am looking for. Finding a frame in an ordinary place. Noticing something because the light happens to be right. Sometimes making a photograph simply because a colour combination feels unexpectedly beautiful.

There is no grand reason behind every frame.

Some photographs are observations.

Some are experiments.

Some are simply memories of being somewhere.

And perhaps that is enough.

The more I photograph, the more I realise that I do not want every image to look the same.

Some moments ask for silence.

Some ask for contrast.

Some belong in black and white.

And some simply need colour.

Because black and white may make life feel timeless,

“but colour reminds us that life is there.”

This is the part of the journey I want to keep exploring.

Not perfection.

Not consistency for its own sake.

Just the freedom to see what is in front of me — and to let the photograph decide what it wants to become.

After all, photography is not only about preserving how something looked.

Sometimes, it is about remembering how alive it felt.

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