Some people like to colorize old photos but this black and white photo of Mary Long is so beautiful and dramatic just as it is. Where do you stand on the issue?
Some are well done. Maybe you’ll see something new in the colorized version. I noticetheir entire face is totally smooth when colorized, tho. No personality.
Lovely portrait. I like both black & white and colorized photos. They weren't black & white in history. Colorized helps us see what they appeared like back then and can really bring the photo to life, make it seem more real. But, black & white portraits can be quite gorgeous and at times stunning in the way they masterfully used lighting. I like to see both types.
Alana Lee I disagree black and white photography is an art form that stands on its on. I have two beautiful black and white phots of each of my granddaughters and each photo reveals the true beauty of each girl. Of all the photos I have of them each of those black and white photos are the best.
I love the original but also the colorized. I'm glad I asked my grandma what color her wedding dress was, I love knowing details like that you can't get from an old photo. When I watch old movies I just want to know what color the clothes are and things like that...just one of those kinds of people.
Some black and white portraits are definitely art and should be left that way. As an artist who works with pen-and-ink and does animal portraits, I can understand the special look black-and-white can convey.
However, many, many photos are not art. They are history. And, as a college prof who taught historical courses, I think it's important for people to see that the folks in those old photos were the same as the people now...warm skin color, bright blue or brown eyes, clothing that was not at all drab and dull. People in the past wore colors as bright as the ones we have now. their homes were painted in more than just white. Their carpets, drapes, furniture, and so on were often as vibrantly colored as what our homes now.
This helps make the past real...people who loved, grieved, laughed, sang...real, not simply sepia-toned or stark black-and-white fictions, one-dimensional and remote.
When I see a colorized photo of my grandmother...who died when I was a year old...I see a real woman and can imagine how she looked when she held me for the first time, the child of her oldest child. We are the continuation of these people, and that continuity is important if we are to understand ourselves well.
I like them both. The beauty of that is that you can keep both of them, retaining the original for the historical value and the colorized version to get a better sense of how they actually looked. (I know the colorized one may not be 100% accurate though but it's close.)
It is a beautiful piece of photography the shadows and light are perfect the image is very crisp and overall is beautiful. All without the benefit of photo shop just shows what can be achieved when you are good at what you do.
I've always enjoyed old black and white photographs. The contrasts of shadow and light is thought provoking. For me, it brings about a stark study of realism, during the current time in history.
If I colourise a black and white photo I keep it alongside the original. Sometimes the colourised one brings out lots of features you can't see on the originals like fine details on clothing and outside shots the background comes to life
I think colorized photos take away the charm of a vintage photo and makes it look like modern people in costume. I just don't see the need to change what is already lovely. It's like color painting a nice piece of natural wood furniture. The end product is just not the same.
I have always been frustrated with B/W photos. Just became obsessed with colourizing all of them! The little fine details that pop out of the photos that I had never seen before. Very exciting!
I appreciate both versions, but lean to coloured because the world has never been black and white only. The subject and the photographer saw everything in natural colour. Each to its own.
Black and white photos and movies have a rare beauty of their own. The highlights and shadows are emphasized dramatically, and when something that was made originally in black and white is colorized it loses that drama. It is simply another pretty picture.
Colorize it and use it as a back-up copy. I edit my old photos only to dust spot them or remove tears. The face of the person is very hard to edit so I have to be very careful IF I feel I can improve the image.
My mother was born to Harry C Scrivner and Sarah Howell. The middle child of a family of 13 children. One child, Tabitha dying at birth. Mom came with her family including her parents and 10 siblings from Millers Creek, Kentucky to Kansas in 1910. Two siblings born after arriving in Kansas. The family settled in Fairmont Township, Butler County Kansas near the farms of 2 of Harry's brothers. Mom stayed with her family until her marriage to Roy Ullum. This marriage lasted only about a year. One child was born to them but it was still born. She, then married my dad, Lewis L. Long in 1918. They had 4 sons, Eldon Lee, Lawrence Dale, James Vernon and (me) Hugh P. In 1934 dad had a heat stroke while working in the field and lived as invalid until his death in 1945, mom caring for him the entire time at home. From that time, she worked for many different residents of Potwin, Ks doing housework. After dad's death she continued to live on the family farm (80 acres). This farm was a part of the original homestead of dad's grandfather, John J. Long and it remained in the family until 1974 when mom sold it. At that time, mom now 78 moved to Leoti, Kansas where her 2 sons, Eldon and Vernon lived. She lived there until her death in 1991 at the age of 95 years.
Mom can be remembered as being very strong willed, hard working, honest and dedicated. Tender, but did not express affection . If she liked you she would do anything for you, but if anyone did her wrong she was not one to forget or forgive and would tell them off in a heartbeat. She seldom went to church, but she was a christian that read her bible often.
Portrait photographs and paintings of our loved ones and ancestors.
Before photos we had paintings of family members - most usually these were reserved for the well off. The era of modern photography began with the daguerreotype, in 1839. Since the advent of photogr...
My mother is Pamela Thompson. My dad is Richard William Russell. My mom grew up in Fenwick Michigan. My dad grew up in Hart Michigan. They had 2 kids together. Living in Michigan.
I want to build a place where my son can meet his great-grandparents. My grandmother Marian Joyce (Benning) Kroetch always wanted to meet her great-grandchildren, but she died just a handful of years before my son's birth.
So while she didn't have the opportunity to meet him, at least he will be able to know her.
For more information about what we're building see About AncientFaces. For information on the folks who build and support the community see Daniel - Founder & Creator. My father's side is full blood Sicilian and my mother's side is a combination of Welsh, Scottish, German and a few other European cultures. One of my more colorful (ahem black sheep) family members came over on the Mayflower. He was among the first to be hanged in the New World for a criminal offense he made while onboard the ship.