POTD: A Day at the Market

POTD: A Day at the MarketA Day at the Market Grenada, Nicaragua 2013

This warehouse area, on the edge of the city market was one of my favorite places to visit on my walks around Grenada. There was always what seemed like a barely controlled chaos of vehicles and equipment spread up and down the street.


2 thoughts on “POTD: A Day at the Market”

  1. Through your whole series, I kept thinking about the difference in seeing something in color vs B/W. And my mind keeps going back to watching old movies like “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” and wonder if those types of movies would have ever look so “classic” if they had been in color and the buildings had the wild colors you saw on your trip. Other than the motorized equipment in this photo, it almost looks like a step back in time.
    I noticed our temperatures in Oklahoma are almost balmy here (in the teens) versus your your negative teens.

    1. I think some of the “classic-ness” of old black and white movies has to do us being used to seeing them in black and white. The oldest classic movies were all black and white by necessity and that may predispose us to associate classic with black and white, when those films being in black and white really had nothing to do with them so memorable. But of course some folks like me somehow just think black and white as a medium is more classy to begin with. Take a more recent purposely made black and white movie like The Last Picture Show; I can’t imagine it coming across with nearly as much impact if it had been filmed in color. Another interesting comparison is to view Depression era color photographs (there are some–I posted links to them quite a while ago) and see how it feels in your head compared to the much more prevalent black and white images. Same with photos from WWII. All that said, I can’t imagine wanting to watch a colorized version of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, whether or not the buildings were in bright colors!
      Minus 20 in Bozeman right now, and it’s only 8:30p.m. Ugh.

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