By this point you may have noticed I have a thing for Black and White photography. I enjoy how the lack of color focuses our eyes on the character and features of a face.
Still, from a child’s first encounter with a death in the family to a quinceañera’s nervous first kiss, a lesson we all learn is that nothing in life is simply black and white.
El Paso is not black and white nor is it simply brown.
The Sun City’s color is so integral to its character that some photos just don’t work without it.
For the sake of our mother’s red lipstick, here’s another look at El Centro.