"And now we are walking over dead people."

Eva told me this yesterday as we strolled around Kannenfeldpark, in the northwestern part of the city.  I think she might have been exaggerating.  It was only a cemetary from 1869 - 1871, and even cemeteries have paths.  The walls around the park have been preserved from that period, as have several statues.  This one, however, is not old, and it creeped me out.  Yes, its "junk" is visible.  Put on some clothes, yo.

Speaking of clothes, I was given the assignment recently to take pictures of people (and their fashion) instead of the same old print shop pictures, nature-shots, and food portraits.  So far, no luck, but I'll try harder in the upcoming days.  The problem is that it has been cold and rainy, which discourages people from looking their best, I've noticed.  Instead, I took some natury-shots of the artichoke I ate this evening.  In a typical move, I started cooking it at the same time as everything else, so naturally it was done as I finished eating my rice-salad-tofu specialty.  I thought for a moment that I was too full to eat it.  Couldn't have been more wrong, as it turned out.