Black is the absence of colour.
Black is not a colour.
White is the blending of all colours.
White is a colour.
Between black and white resides a spectrum of colours,
A rainbow of possibility,
Of appropriateness,
And choice.
Choosing black and white, or rather choosing either black or white, comes with risk.
If we choose black – are we choosing nothing?
Are we saying no, to possibility?
If we choose white –are we choosing everything?
Yet, in choosing everything,
Do we not also stand for nothing?
On the flip side – we want things to be black and white.
Johnny – don’t touch the hot stove.
Sabina – will you marry me?
Jose – go talk to that asshole letting his pit bull run amok in the park.
It’s black and white.
Full stop.
Conflict is rarely a world of black and white.
Rather, conflict lives in the spaces, the colours, between,
Black and white.
Between black and white is your story, your imagination.
The black and white photograph draws its’ power from your imagination, in all its’ color.
Between black and white, truth is
Held up to our biases, and logical fallacies.
Between black and white is acceptance,
That each of us is unique, our own shade of human, deserving of respect and attention.
The black and white road is a colourful one.
Embrace the journey.
By Ben Ziegler
古城上
山下
堤坝上
树荫下
桥上
桥下
街上
巷里
河边
海边
岸边
船上
电线上
飞机上
树上
花枝上
屋顶上
天花板上
图书馆里
废屋里
温室里
土坡上
芦苇丛间
荷塘里
木桩上
雪地里
路上
远山
近景
身上
枱上
胯下
