Frankfurt through my eyes
With a few unexpected free days this week, I decided to take a small trip — just me and my camera. Since I’ve already flown plenty this year, I wanted to travel by train and cross the Austrian border without boarding another plane. The choice fell quickly on Frankfurt.
I’ve visited several German cities before — Munich, Berlin, Hamburg — but the metropolis on the Main was still new territory for me. My photographic focus was clear from the beginning: architecture and street photography. And well… what can I say? A few photos came out of it, but honestly, my expectations were higher.
Even after five days, I never really warmed up to the city itself (despite the brutally hot weather). Sure, Frankfurt has its share of modern high-rises, but I’ve seen them in far more spectacular form elsewhere. There are a few charming half-timbered houses, yet most were reconstructed after WWII and the notorious drug scene around the central station is hard to overlook.
In the end, what I felt missing was a certain heart, soul, and identity. Nevertheless, I had a good time — it was refreshing to dedicate myself fully to photography under different circumstances, even if the city didn’t entirely win me over.
