Retro beauty

I left the television set on as what ever I was watching segued into an ancient episode of "Maverick" in black and white. He's macho, she's lovely, but the ecstasy is the picture itself. Even on my antique low-def electric teevee I can almost count her individual eyebrow hairs, and the cinematographer, a genius, captured every possible shade of the gray scale.

Color pleases the eye. Black and white reveals the soul.