I rarely post black and white shots, mostly because I’ve never much liked b&w, but this is one of the rare frames I shot in mono. It is of a father and his daughter playing on a hill. He’s mostly looking at the looming construction that would eventually change this vista radically and permanently, so, from that perspective, I suppose b&w is an appropriate way to demarcate the end of an era.
Nah. I still don’t like mono. Life is in stereo.