A Portrait Not Taken

A Portrait Not Taken

Some portraits not taken haunt me. A train conductor wearing the magenta uniform of the DB (Deutsche Bahn) standing past a glass door to the side of the Berlin Central Station. Buttons undone, he’s staring between his shoes, moving grains of gravel mixed with...
Two New Photo Albums

Two New Photo Albums

I’m pleased to share two new photo albums. The first, January Juxtapositions, explores the sense of estrangement of a January in Berlin, a winter time after all Christmas decorations get taken down, and what remains is the grey reality of the urban life, a...
On a Foggy Sunday Morning

On a Foggy Sunday Morning

There is a special kind of ringing in your ears when you have to get up early after a whole night of talking, laughing, and drinking. The occasion was worth celebrating—the 1st anniversary of E.’s stem cell transplant. Whatever scientific trick the magicians at...
What Remains of Old Haunts

What Remains of Old Haunts

Much has changed in Poznan. I used to know the city on a level of intimacy that comes only with living somewhere for half of your life. Which pubs are good for trying out new craft beer, and which ones are for a quiet sit-down with a friend to talk about life into the...
Friedenau At Night

Friedenau At Night

I must’ve spent fifteen minutes trying to take this photo. Hovering by the edge of an abandoned construction site, one of these stretches of not quite downtown but not quite suburbs either where prolonged legal battles between different plot owners and the city...