Photographing in black and white while in center city, and color in my neighborhood has me thinking completely different for each method. I actually become two different photographers with two different methods. I've noticed that with color I tend to move more slowly and think about the composition a little longer, but it has nothing to do with the fact that my neighborhood moves more slowly than center city. Even though I'm becoming more comfortable with color there is still an internal struggle not to think as a black and white photographer. My battle with color has been a long one that goes all the way back to being a kid using Kodachrome with my father.