I've been fortunate to be able to travel to Germany quite a few times over the years. Back then, it was like a second home to me and visiting my inlaws and extended family was as comfortable as it was being in my own home. I loved everything about being there, but mostly the sounds and smells. The church bells, the police sirens - if there is such thing as reincarnation, I surely was European in a past life!
Knowing I'd be back, I would always leave behind a few things so I wouldn't have to pack so much the next time. A hair brush, a curling iron...just little personal effects, but it was so comforting arriving in Hamburg and seeing my own things. In fact, I'm quite sure some of my belongings are still there, although I will never see them again.
That part of my life has been over for seven years now and even the memories have become a blur. I don't miss that life, but I sure miss that place!
I was attempting to organize my hard drive this weekend and came across some of my Hamburg photos. The one I've attached to this post is absolutely my favorite. I cannot recall exactly where we were, but I remember seeing this in the most unexpected place. It wasn't until I returned home and uploaded the image to my computer that I noticed the perfectly mirrored image in the water of the buildings behind the bridge.
Now, I've been told on many occasions that I am a horrible photographer, which I don't deny. But I have to boast, I believe this is the best photo I've ever taken. It's breathless. It makes my heart skip when I look at it and if I stare at it long enough, I almost feel like I'm back there. Almost.