Old Man Joe says,
Black and white is the art form,
When images can be captured,
Rendered in color.
To him,
The true art is in the frame,
The composition,
The contrast,
Light versus dark.
He says color makes it an image,
But monochrome makes it a treasure,
Such simplicity,
Relying on such grey,
To convey…
A story?
An emotion?
A statement?
Black and white,
If life were only that simple,
As it is filled with pigments,
A spectrum of *******,
To him.
My dear friend detests,
The rendition of color.
Through the glass,
He sees nothing but shades,
Of nothing.
