I have a little story I tell myself: I'm putting off color until later, late in life, when I can use it to write a goodbye note to life, to the beautiful illusions of beings and things lit by the actual sun. But occasionally I sneak in a little rehearsal.
Usually, it's with film--Ektar, Portra. It feels like having a craving for eye candy. It doesn't happen frequently, but is an intense and sweet indulgence.
Chris's rationale for digital color is way more sensible and disciplined. And that is the crux for me, the discipline of it. I'm not ready or willing to commit to that disciplne, still just imagining making time and space for it in 10 or 15 years--because I'm still learning how to see BW, from the digital EVF set to monochrome, of course, but also in the older way of mentally and emotionally converting colors to tones though the world is a riot, a clash, a cacophony of colors that can be abstracted to tones, lights, shadows, structures, patterns.
Then too I also struggle with how color seems to soften certain situational dynamics or political contradictions when BW underscores them. For me, the BW version of the Portra image below emphasized the defiance of a street hustler up against a wall like a police line-up showing the heights of suspects, whereas the soft warm pink and blue grays make the scene oddly tender.
That's my current excuse and semi-plan for accommodating color.
M4, ZM 50/2 + Exakta Varex IIa, 35/2.8 Flektogon