In her last post, Kelly named March, the Month of Color. After reading her post, I started thinking about just how much COLOR makes us who we are.
I have blue days and black moods. I turn pink when I am embarrassed, or unwittingly overdo things at the gym. Though it isn't easy being green, I often do so in envy. Horror films and roller coasters render me white as a sheet. Rare is the day I don't sport at least one purple bruise. And of course, I have, at least once or twice, achieved the painful, red tones of my favourite crustacean.
But does the search of color change what and how we photograph? Does it change our artistic process? I think it will be fun finding out. Here's to the most colorful of months!