Monochrome
And I guess you could have called it,
a Larry Burrows kind of day, with its
grey-white, soft light, grainy Tri-X sky
while the V.C. and the grunts, continued
hard at play; and some were dead in
black and white, others wounded in a
screaming mid-tone way; but you couldn’t
see the blood, no, it always printed black;
but bones, bones were always white, you had to
burn them in; in a grey scale kind of way; and the
zoned exposure, Ansel Adams mountains often
slipped the day; ( in a sort of yellow-filtered way )
while my Leica and my Nikons,I quietly stowed away.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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