Bye bye London. That was fun. See you soon.
Commuting in the sun.
Helmholzplatz had a little country music and festival today. I was wandering around looking for some birthday presents.
My view every morning on my way to work.
Sometimes you get lucky. Other times, you sit and wait for 10 minutes for a cyclist to go past at exactly the right time.
Elke, a lovely and bad-ass colleague of mine gave me a book her husband wrote about Bukowski, whom he knew. It’s an intimate and engrossing read about his final visit with Bukowski—perfect for a Sunday.
Elke and her husband also knew Hunter S. Thompson, from whose house they crawled into a snowstorm, after a very long kitchen party. Her stories roll out like tall tales—replete with southwest nature love, references to Chateau Marmont, LA grit and lore and an arm’s length perspective on German culture.
photo: Michael Montfort - Charles Bukowski, Ladenburg, Germany, 1978
Evening Mood Schlachtensee, Walter Leistikow, 1895.
We walked around Schlachtensee Lake, Berlin. It’s a beautiful 5-6 kilometer walk along a narrow lakeside path. Passed some nudists, joggers, row boaters, children and one older man on a paddle board.
It was one of those late summer days to savor outside.
Happy birthday to Werner Herzog!
Outside KaDeWe today. The math’s not perfect, yet.
I walk by these guys on my way to work. Not exactly friendly, but they sure are handsome.
Fall light Berlin.