A cute little photo booth, a remnant of the Reeperbahn Festival last weekend.
Some local graffiti – a bit more fun and out of the ordinary than most – and a subject I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.
Wandering around hunting pictures this afternoon, I was maybe a little drunk on light, by which I mean that the light was so stunning, I even thought this lamp post and its shadow were amazing.
The weather this morning was enough to make anyone who recently moved to Hamburg reconsider that decision. These three suns on the Reeperbahn, in a sunny first day of autumn sunset, made me happy to be here again.
How was your day?
One of my favourite things about living in a city is turning my head and discovering unexpected art in the oddest places. I’ve walked past this at least a dozen times, and saw it for the first time today.
It’s been weeks since I had a conversation with anyone and they didn’t mention the refugees. They’re at the top of the news and all that anyone seems to post about on Facebook any more.
There’s so much misinformation flying around, I’ve been trying to get at least some limited form of personal experience with the subject, so when I walked past the Hamburg Hauptbahnhof (central station) today, I decided to have a look.
Piles of luggage and donated water bottles. Young, tired volunteers in neon green vests, doing their best to make order out of chaos. Dark young men either talking on their phones or sleeping on the tiles. And hastily scribbled signs in English and Arabic.
Working a block from the harbour means lots of afternoon walks on the water, with often magical low angle sunlight like this. But I am starting to wonder what I’ll be shooting once winter really gets rolling, it’s cold as hell and the sun’s gone by five.
Sometimes, it almost doesn’t matter what you shoot. Light like this is enough.
Sometimes I’m attracted to something without any particular thought about it, and only afterwards, while editing my take for the day, do I notice the details.
Here, my eye was pulled to the colours and textures, but I was completely unaware of “LOVE” on the wall. I guess this is what Jay Maisel meant.
If there’s a heart of the leftie, socialist crowd in Northern Germany, it’s here, an area called the Schanze. It’s also full of nice cafés, bars and restaurants, and on a Friday night like tonight, it’s full of pretty young things enjoying themselves.
Tomorrow, although the government has banned it, there will probably be a demonstration by the far right: the “day of the patriots.” In the middle of leftie land. And not peace and love hippie lefties, rather the kind that throw bricks at the police for fun. My neighbours.
We’ll see how it looks tomorrow.