Frankfurt am Main. After only a few hours in the city, I was in love.
How could anyone see that without at least a little bit of awe?
Although I could list dozens of things I loved about the city, my favorite was the unique blend of old and new. One minute, we were standing in the heart of the city above, while only a short walk away is the historic Frankfurt Cathedral (below).
From the Frankfurt Cathedral’s bell tower, we stood in the old, and were dazzled by the new.
The strong gothic architecture provides such a stark contrast to the soaring skyscrapers; the old yields to the overpowering new.
These structures are the heights of their respective century’s technology. Truly, this cathedral, in which emperors of the Holy Roman Empire were coronated, must have struck pilgrims down in wonder. Today, the dizzying heights of the new buildings have the same sort of effect. Really, then, are these building contrasting? Or saying the same thing, in a different language?
During my trip to La Jolla, instead of photographing the majestic waves and never-ending horizon, I focused my attention on smaller objects, easy to pass by without notice. So, I decided to catch some crabs.
These little devils would scuttle away at the first sign of human movement, making them more than tricky to get a picture of; in the end, I managed to capture a few images I am proud of, especially these two, complicated by the pool of water and dark crack:
We also managed to capture this feisty, little guy…… who we then returned to his home.
These crabs were definitely a challenge; after all, these pictures are not perfect.However, they are my imperfect photos, and I loved every minute of this experience!
Our family dog is a Siberian Husky, whom we fondly and endearingly refer to as “Big Stupid.” He naturally requires to be taken on walks quite regularly, and although he has now moved back to San Diego, I am sure he misses walking through the English countryside as much as I do. Today, a rainy and gray day that is reminiscent of the English summer, I miss it especially. So, here are some of my favorite photos to remember my time by.
Perhaps the most comforting shape, circles are, to me, a symbol of perfection, sohprosyne, and even patience. I have never been able to draw a perfect circle, but, as this article argues, it is impossible; instead, it is just the idea of the circle that drives us forward.
Taken at Schloss Rosenstein, the below photo of spiraling branches is not a perfect circle. However, it shows nature conforming to laws it itself is unaware of, like mathematics and science. As the branches frame the valley of houses and farms below, as they curl into and over one another, the idea of the circle is captured.
Maybe one day these trees will curl into a circle. Maybe they won’t. Either way, this moment of spiraling beauty is one that I wouldn’t trade.