Where does the time go? It’s hard to believe my six weeks adventure is almost up. The good news is that I have thousands of photos (literally) to remind me of my trip. In this post, I’m sharing a few of my favorites. Rooftops. I’ve no idea why they...
I fell in love with photography when I first lived in Germany more than 30 years ago. I was working for the German-American Public Affairs Office in Würzburg as a newspaper reporter and photographer. At the time, my press badge had my social security number on it. No...
I first met Lilly in the Spring of 1986, almost six months after moving to Germany. She spoke excellent English and was extraverted and funny. I spoke horrible German and was grateful for an outgoing and entertaining friend. Most of all, I was thankful for a...
In the Autumn of 1988, I had a nightmare that I was traveling through Checkpoint Charlie from the East side with an East German tucked away in the trunk of my car. As I neared the checkpoint, my heart raced with fear that I would be caught and jailed. I dreamed of...
Two weeks. That’s how long I have been in Germany and how long it took before I woke from a dream where I — and everyone around me — spoke German. Interestingly, I had only been here a few days when I dreamed I was speaking French. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed...
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