‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Hauptstadt,
no residents were stirring, not even a tourist …
Well, except me, that is …
It’s little surprise many find themselves where they’re supposed to be on Christmas Eve.
Ever since visiting Berlin the first time in 2002, I’ve always entertained the idea of photographing the German capital city during winter holidays. The city slows down, becomes quiet, and sits back as if to take a deep long breath.
Crammed train stations seem cold, emptied of all who normally stream through the halls. The usual sounds of the city are muted by diminished traffic on the day before Christmas and by the sound-diffusing and -absorbing property of falling snow. City fixtures and Christmas decorations cast bright spotlights down on the ground layer of snow while diffuse glow of colour is scattered up to the cloud deck overhead.
Under blizzard-like conditions and little street traffic, I cannot deny myself this beautiful photographic opportunity.