White Tank Studies, No. 8.

I have been thinking a lot about black and white images lately, as they seem to capture well the extremes of contrast in the desert landscape.

I am curious to know if anyone still dreams in monochrome. For about a quarter of my life all of my dreaming was in black and white. I think it must have been from so much of the visual imagery I processed each day as a boy coming from a black-and-white television screen. In fact, all of my television viewing, until the time I left home for college, was in black and white. I didn’t even own a television in the years between the start of college and 2000, when I finally bought one to watch the Olympics. Sometime in the early 1970s my dreams went technicolor, and have never gone back.