It was one of those steady, moody rains that turns the streets into a darkroom. Puddles formed along the way, and everything—concrete, paint, fallen leaves—shifted a shade deeper. Perfect conditions for a quick black-and-white experiment.
The first frame is my favorite accident: a single droplet resting on a fallen leaf, both floating on a shallow puddle. What a coincidence to catch them together—like a tiny boat carrying a crystal marble. I leaned in, raised the highlights, and kept the blacks dense to make the textures pop. In monochrome, the veins of the leaf and the surface tension of the droplet feel more dramatic, almost sculpted.
Next is a crack filled with rain, a reflective scar across the pavement. I love scenes like this—low-contrast in color, but in B&W the line becomes a leading path, guiding the eye from edge to edge. Small edits—lower black point, a touch more clarity—were enough to give it life.
Then there’s my shoe mark stamped on wet concrete. Rain turns the ground into a giant ink pad, and one step becomes a pattern. The tread’s grid and curves look almost technical, like a blueprint briefly revealed by water.
The last frame is a dark patch of soaked cement, an abstract island with rough borders. It’s nothing and everything at once—just shape and tone—proof that even a flat sidewalk can turn graphic when the light softens and the surface gets wet.
Today wasn’t about grand subjects. It was about noticing what the weather leaves behind and letting monochrome do what it does best: simplify, emphasize, and find contrast in quiet places. A fun experiment, and a reminder that rain doesn’t cancel photography—it just changes the canvas.
”To see in color is a delight for the eye, but to see in black and white is delight for the soul.”
~ Andri Cauldwell
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