The photos this week are of the Berlin-Spandau canal. They were taken over a few weeks in late Winter along a twenty-minute walking stretch in Wedding, where I lived for three months last year.
There is nothing remarkable about the canal other than what there is to find ordinarily along it. There is almost no reason to visit it as an attraction, or to stop and consider these scenes by day, when the ubiquity of light makes every tedious detail visible; but this is not to deny its industrial beauty by night.
In fact the scene that shows the junction of gravel walking paths amongst some trees is impossible by day. Continue reading
A reflection is never substantially there, but an image created on the surface of a material unwilling to give up the secret of its depth. It invites … reflection – a re-bending of thought … about the impossibility of an undisturbed external world that lies outside its border, and the possibility of what lies invisibly beneath it. It lets us see from the other side of the mirror.
Water reflections are the most urgent, fragile and melancholy of all. Easily disturbed by the wind, frozen white by the winter, or evaporated by the sun, they give us only a moment to see and look and watch and think before they, like us, disappear. Continue reading