I read recently that people used to not smile in photographs because it was a formal occasion….
…this was not the day of the point and shoot. Getting your portrait taken was expensive……
…..something you would likely only do once or twice in your entire life.
You also had to sit very still because the exposure took so long. Holding the same smile for a long period….
…was not so simple. Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I still prefer portraits where a person is not smiling. My husband does too. In photographs, our babies only grin if they feel like it which seems so much more natural, like they are being themselves in front of the camera though both of them do so love to pose….
It’s late May, but it was freezing and rainy all day in Berlin today. To keep myself from going stir-crazy I went for a wallk with my camera….
Everything seemed so dirty, so neglected and forlorn….
This dog, peeking out of the window of a basement tattoo parlor no one ever seems to go into, is the saddest one I’ve ever seen.
One door down I found this Stolperstein in remembrance of a woman named Elsie who lived there until she was sent to her death in Theresienstadt….
But this little boy was having fun in the rain….
…while his mother made a phone call…
And I went on taking photographs, only a few of which I’ve posted here….
I’ve driven past the Church on Hollenzollernplatz many a time, so I’ve always seen it looking pretty much like it does here.
I also just learned from Wikipedia that it is an example of Brick Expressionism along with the Anzeigerhochhaus in Hannover (about the only interesting thing in all of Hannover….) I most definitely have to find a time to go inside and see these stained glass windows.
Last Friday I cycled out to Charlottenburg to visit a friend. When riding back to Kreuzberg I passed by the church in the evening spring sun and took these pictures. Nothing like a little Berlin inspiration while out and about.
I used to have this re-occuring dream that I would find an extra room in my house, often rough and unfinished, that I had never seen before. Amazingly enough, I discovered just such a room in my apartment house earlier this week.
I went upstairs to pick up a package from the neighbors on the top floor and realized that the stairs went up further from there. Two doors were at the top. I knew what I would find behind them.
A Dachspeicher, a sort of unfinished attic room that a lot of (but not all) buildings in Berlin have though you don’t always have access. The doors to this one were unlocked and various boxes from various neighbors were stored there.
Needless to say, the light coming through the small skylights onto the unfinished gray walls was amazing. I will definitely do something with images there that will later be presented in Augenblickphoto so stay tuned. I just hope I don’t find too many more mummified pigeons like the one I found today. Gross!
When I was fifteen, back when there was practically no internet (yes, there was such a time…) I joined a pen pal club and wrote hundreds of letters to people all around the world. I knew then that someday I would live in another country and learn to speak another language. It was so clear and so obvious that I never doubted it though I didn’t necessarily think I would move away forever. But I’ve been in Berlin for 12 years now. My children were born here. My husband is German. I don’t think I’ll ever go back. I told someone recently about this decision I made at 15 and they asked me why. But I didn’t really have an answer. I love my family and think Northern California is one of the most amazing places on earth. Still, I was meant to leave and so I did.
Anyone who has mastered another language will tell you there are sometimes words that best describe something you would need sentences or even paragraphs to describe in another languages. One of these words is the German word Hingabe. In English Hingabe can be translated as devotion, abandon, surrender, indulgence, commitment, addiction…..One word for all that vastness. Somehow I feel the mask L’Inconnue de la Seine is calling for mehr (more) Hingabe in all its possible translations. I’ve photographed the mask so many times and lord knows I’m not the only person she has inspired. I’m planning on using words in some of the work in my shop, though I’m not sure yet how. But please stayed tuned.