In another life, I wish to be called Walter Kurz.
This summer, a friend of immeasurable kindness allowed me a short week in Germany. My stay intercepted, not only the finest of fine suns, but also the pleasure of watching Germany lose out to Spain in South Africa – in spite of my friend’s nationality, which happened to be quite unfortunate at that particular time.
Autobahns, Holstein Pils, lakes, Hamburg and Berlin became our staple throughout.
I haven’t much thought of posting these loose photo essays. Perhaps they’re interesting.
‘Four Days in Deutschland’