Hunting light

This is one dark mother of a winter.

I feel like the kid in that movie about the planet where the sun never shines except once a life-time it pokes through the clouds and he gets locked inside that day. About like that. 

My eyes eventually adjust–distinguishing between the shades of gray…but my camera constantly whines about the lack of anything to reflect. So, my trusty tripod in hand, I bundled up and braved the tundra, hunting light. The slide show follows.

I remember Berlin being bad, ‘Heavy B’ is one of the city’s nicknames and not lacking reason, but this winter has started off especially cold and snowy.

Of course, hailing from the Rocky Mountains, a big storm there may drop much more snow–a few inches would be lucky–but storms in the Rocky’s do their business quickly and keep moving. Blue sky typically follows.

In Germany…nothing happens quickly and respite from winter means rain. Last week, for instance, we had snow, and since no one in Berlin shovels, the city was a mess of knee-high drifts, frozen mud and sidewalks more akin to curling lanes…but, a few days later, rain washed it all away and everything was good again.

Until the rain turned back to snow the next day.

Sure, the snow here hasn’t amounted to much in inches…but the fact that 3 inches comes down in, say, three days (giving people all the damn time in the world to shovel!), and the whole time the clouds are moving and changing and it feels like the storm might me heading somewhere…but it never ends, it never goes anywhere…makes it seem like the biggest storm perhaps in the universe.  

In the midst of all that, whatever you do…don’t check the weather…the weather will just confuse you with ‘this low and that’ but what it won’t say is when it all is over, because for that you have to look at a calendar.

No, every day you wake up the storm is still there…the gray sky, at least, and a few flakes drifting down to earth. And by the time you have a coffee and start to get your head together and motivated to go out in the nasty gloom…you look at the clock and see it’s already an hour before dark and you say ‘dammit, the day’s already almost gone,’ and then realize you said that yesterday and the day before and just about every day now for a few weeks….

 Probably time to take my pasty self on a trip to the tanning booth. Yep.  

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About Andrew Flohr-Spence

Something about the sound and the word. Was a singer/bassist for five years, a German major for five, an English teacher in Germany for another five, then a journalism major in Denver for 5 more, and now I'm back in Berlin (for a while, I intend).
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