my power is made perfect in weakness

We wonder why black and white photos capture our soul. I think it's because without color, we aren't drawn to the makeup and color of our eyes, or our hair, or how tan our skin is. Black and white captures the innocence on one's face and the hurt they've gone through to feel vulnerability. The glow we see comes from inside, brightening our eyes, our skin, and our smile. It grabs the truth that liberates us.

"If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over getting old
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy

I don't want to waste another minute here"