I am phobic about black and white. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love a good black and white image as much as the next guy. But shooting black and white (or in these days of digital, with the intention of making something black and white) completely intimidates me. And when I get to processing, I almost never think anything I capture looks better sans color. But today when I went in to get Ezra up from his nap and the light in the room was low and he was peacefully laying in his crib I knew it would make a good black and white.
This child is in the phase where he believes it's his job to grow before my very eyes (more experienced parents can says whether this phase lasts into adulthood). I love making pictures of him which are drenched in the technicolor of our lives together but black and white does have the singular effect of freezing a moment and pinning it into a place outside of time. It's an illusion, but I suppose as a parent it does have a certain charm.