One of the things I miss most in photography in the digital age is black and white imagery. As rich and elegant as color is, there is an absence of texture in it sometimes, a certain depth that reveals itself only in black and white. In Manama, as in so much of the Middle East, black and white are colors of life in a way they are not in the West. While we dress for color, they dress for contrast -- the women in black, the men in white. In that sense it really is a black and white world, and all in between is gray.
While working through several images from the Souq in Manama I found myself drawn to a now almost lost way of working, and so went back to black. Here are a few of the results.