I move a lot. On the order of every three to five years for my entire adult life. Something I’m frequently asked when moving comes up in conversation is, where is/was your favorite place to live? I’ll get this vague look on my face as I give a vague answer:
My favorite? the truth is, there isn’t one. I’ve liked something about them all and disliked something about them all.
My favorite is expressed in that photo above. It’s being in a place and coming across the unexpected, like this grave marker. In a graveyard of standard stones, it was both elaborate and unkempt. Here is the original file:
Even when I shot it, I suspected that it might have real potential as a black and white image. I have cropped it using the straighten feature in Photoshop. Then in Lightroom, I converted it to black and white with a green filter. I also sharpened it a bit.
What do you think of the black and white version? I like it, but honestly may go back and try a color version as well. In particular I’m intrigued by the various tones of green in the photo. I love visiting graveyards, do you as well or do you stay away? Your comments are welcome below.