Lately I’m charmed more and more by old-fashioned black and white photography. I don’t know what it is. Nostalgia? Influenced by too many books by Ansel Adams or Cartier-Bresson? The fact that real life never is black and white but always a subtle shade of grey? Who knows. All I know is this image looks much better now than during its original colorful life (shot in January on my Alice in Winterland trip).