Seeing the Serengeti in black and white evoked a whole new set of feelings…

If you’ve followed my work long enough, you know I live and breathe in colour. Rich vibrant hues that allude to my past as an oil painter. So, in addition to chasing light, I love following color patterns and combinations. The world is such a vivid place that, to me, only showcasing it in black and white feels like an injustice.

However, I occasionally convert some of my photos into black and white. I even wrote a photo tip that says if you’re about to delete a photo, convert it into black and white first, and you just might change your mind.

There is a certain reverence that comes with stripping a scene or subject naked of all its color and distractions so you can fully focus on it.

That for me is what monochromatic black and white images do. They evoke a certain timeless quality and arrest you in a way that the very same image in colour may not. Mostly because they are often devoid of distraction and completely pull your gaze to the subject. Like fully looking into the eyes of your crush.

For photographers, it’s that constant battle between timelessness (B+W) and living in the moment (colour). I naturally choose the latter.

While I will be sharing more stories and photographs from my time exploring Tanzania and specifically, the Serengeti, I wanted to share a couple images I converted into black and white because they seem to capture the awe and reverence I felt while watching them in their domain.

The Serengeti in black and white

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