I’ve been in Berlin for about a week. And in the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve seen about four hours of sunlight. Most of it was that magical golden hour light, which I thought was strange at 2pm in the afternoon. That was before I knew that sunset in Berlin happens before 4pm this time of year. And due to some strange luck, I found myself at the Victory Column followed by the Brandenburg Gate. For such a short window, I don’t think I could have been in a better spot.
Photographers that I know love the light found just after sunrise and just before sunset. It’s almost magical the way the light during those times is diffused.
I think about how the best light is separated by a period of time when light is hard to find.
And being in Germany, a country completely over fascism, I think about history repeating itself. How we make the same mistakes over and over again. America’s recent decisions, our citizen’s lack of critical thinking, believing that stupidity should be tolerated cough nazis cough and not dismissed outright.
Despite how the news outlets are spinning the attack on the Breitscheidplatz Christmas Market, Berlin (and Germany), has no tolerance for this alt-whatever bullshit. No one is afraid. We were all back in the markets the next day. Berlin has made it through the night to its next Golden Hour. America’s Midnight, on the other hand, is only beginning. May the morning come quickly.