Large oval tunnel opening through textured stone walls in black and white.
Three figures in stand beneath stone arches by a riverbank in this period drawing.
Children playing on concrete structures beneath a large arched bridge in black and white.
View through a stone tunnel to a winter park with bare trees and people by water.
Narrow passageway between weathered stone walls with light streaming through, black and white photograph.
A narrow beam of light cuts through a shadowed stone corridor, creating a sharp geometric contrast between light and dark surfaces.
A solitary figure stands within a stone tunnel, viewed from inside looking toward distant light.
Circular tunnel opening framing a sunlit landscape with trees and overgrown vegetation beyond.
Woman with long blonde hair sitting in a narrow stone alcove, black and white photograph.
A figure sits within a large concrete tunnel, framed by the circular opening ahead in black and white.
View through a circular concrete tunnel opening onto a tree-lined path in Weimar.
A figure with long dark hair stands inside a large circular tunnel, silhouetted against bright foliage visible through the opening.
A stark white stone passageway with a dark oval opening in the center wall.
View through a circular tunnel opening onto a bare tree and water body in winter landscape.
View through a circular tunnel opening onto a trees in summer.
Stone bridge with circular opening spanning calm water, lined with tall trees in black and white.
Three people stand inside a large stone tunnel, looking toward the bright opening ahead framing trees and landscape beyond.
A dark tunnel entrance carved through stone with textured walls and a paved ground below.
View through a circular tunnel opening onto a tree-lined path in Weimar.

Besuch I

In Weimar, a city where history has been narrated so thoroughly that most places seem to know exactly what they mean, there is an opening in the masonry of the Schlossbrücke that carries no plaque, no inscription, no prescribed meaning. Something mysterious emanates from it, something that draws me back again and again, and the young people who linger there as if momentarily occupying a gap in space and time.

Goethe and the Bauhaus, the first German democracy and Buchenwald: Weimar's official sites carry stories so thoroughly settled they can feel sealed shut. The opening in the bridge is an opening in this sense too: a space where over-determined histories give way to something alive. The photographs are the record of returning over several years to watch how the light shifts, the people change and the space remakes itself.