If we were all the same, or mostly the same, life would be 1940s black and white. Does a desire to be different drive me? Yes, it does. It happens subconsciously and naturally. In a sea of black and white, I am the technicolour. But I am not alone. There are so many others that the black and white actually blends in quite well. Maybe 'black and white' is the new 'different?'
I recently wrote a blog post, titled, "Life in Gray." In retrospect, it should have been, "Life in technicolour."
A friend showed me one of his pictures of a busker in Central Sydney. He plays his guitar a block away from where I work. The colour enhancement is apt. He plays the guitar with dramatic flair:
Click on the picture to link to my photographer friend's album.
