The Art of Monochrome
I’ve been in love with black and white photography for as long as I can remember. In my younger years, I’d pore over old monochrome prints—grainy and imperfect. They seemed to breathe with quiet truth, as if whispering stories from another time. Even then, I sensed there was something deeply honest about them—a way of seeing that spoke not just to the eye, but to something quieter within.