Drawings, Photographs, Papers, and Notes From Nowhere
In my Paris grief cycle, I’m at an early stage — denial: Of course I’ll catch a flight to Berlin tomorrow! This may be France, but my airline is German!
At the front desk of my hotel, they look at me in this knowing, mild, vaguely affirmative way, like a doctor looks at a lunatic.
Thank you Iceland for extending my stay in Paris – I’ll try to make the best of it…
It had not occurred to me until yesterday that the mix of trees from Bavaria (where these two images are from) all the way to Berlin is strikingly similar. Such are the benefits of driving rather than flying…
On a side note. I drove 90-100 mph on average. There was heavy rain occasionally, and even one crazy snowstorm. I was overtaken by other cars frequently. Being almost an American now, this struck me as astonishing.
