For me, there’s a certain mystery and yet honesty about infrared monochrome photography. The tones, although unfamiliar compared with panchromatic black and white, take on both an ethereal luminesce and foreboding heaviness, sometimes in the same image.
The visual response conjures up otherworldly thoughts. Without seeing a real-world color version, it’s sometimes difficult to interpret the subject details. That’s the mystery.
The honesty is in the fact that just because we can’t see this invisible light spectrum with our own eyes, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It begs us to look beyond our sometimes narrow-mindedness and let the unexpected entertain our senses.