Starting today I'll post a few photos from our holiday trip to Germany. We'll start in Regensburg, a fabulous city as historically rich as Kyoto and yet so fascinatingly different.
Because I'm such a slow photographer I usually settle for snapshots when my wife is with me. For one thing, though she's the most patient person I've ever known, it was just too cold to make her stand there while I took 900 pictures of the same scene just to be sure I got the composition right. But one day when she wasn't feeling well I left her in the hotel for a few hours (photographers are the worst! but it was raining and it was just too good to pass up; surely you understand . . . ) and ran out to take some photos, including this one of the main church and the beautiful old bridge. The foggy scene reminded me of an old oil canvas, with its soft, painterly surfaces.
As an added bonus, my wife wasn't mad at all when I finally got back to the room. Perhaps my secret stash of comforting instant miso soup I'd put in the suitcase just in case she got to feeling unwell was a better idea than I had even oringally thought . . .