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7 posts from July 2012

Four places near Potsdam (Caputh, Geltow, Bornim, Schloss Marquadt)

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City-bound and reliant on trains, my pulse quickened when Kristina mentioned she had a friend's car and wondered if there was anywhere in Brandenburg I cared to explore? My mind darted in a thousand directions at first (Buckow, Gut Osgrosen, Schloss Marquardt and Rheinsberg, for a few). We ate olives and leafed through Zitty's atmospheric guide to the countryside surrounding Berlin before honing in on the lakes near Potsdam. The next day, we set off south.

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Three moments on the Ringbahn

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So often the Ringbahn delights me with its solemn moments of poetry.

Berlin by night, or The blue light of 10 o’clock

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We said goodbye at the subway station, then I turned home. Typically, I record light. That night the blue of the summer darkness made my heart speed. For the first part of the evening, see here.

Weimar in Twelve Photos

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A fortnight ago I took the train to Weimar to see friends and meet their newborn son.

Mostly, he slept.

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Clear as glass

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I had just met a tranquil, handsome newborn who turned a week old the day before. I was singing to myself as I cycled home on that cheerless June afternoon. Skimming round the curve at Ernst Reuter Platz, I forked into Knesebeckstraße and parked my bicycle in front of Glasklar.

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A riverside picnic

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We'd arranged to meet in Mitte and I couldn't think of anywhere I cared to go, so we decided to have a picnic instead. The scent of the lindens and jasmine in the evening air made me feel like I'd stuck my head into a bouquet. The light as I cycled through Tiergarten left me breathless.

We met outside C/O, then wheeled our cycles to the Spree. As we talked, blue-lit boats with names like Heiterkeit and Klaus-Peter floated by, full of revellers.

We set up our picnic on a bench: Vinho verde, French cheeses and crisp bread, apricots. A field mouse crept over, first timidly, then with increasing boldness, to nibble dropped crumbs of chèvre. Later, a golden retriever waggled her eyebrows until we consented to share a slice of sheep's cheese.

The sky went from gold to indigo to pitch-black, then it was time to go. There were rose petals on the train floor as the S-Bahn rattled south on my way home.

Corvisart flea market (Paris)

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Leaving my conference in Paris, I headed down the hill and found myself in the midst of the most marvelous flea market. For an instant I began to covet — then I began to photograph the things I loved best instead.