Mist hangs over the still pool above a low stone weir in Munich’s English Garden, the Englischer Garten, and below it the stream runs smooth and blue around mossy rocks crowned with grass. Warm light touches the treetops on the far bank while the water beneath them is still in shade.
This was the same October morning as the Siegestor, less than half an hour later, with sunrise only minutes off. The streets I had just left were filling with commuters. Here the light had barely reached the water. A thirteen-second exposure drew the current into soft ribbons around the near rocks and left the mist hanging in the trees. The islands of grass in the foreground lead the eye back to the white water and the quiet pool beyond, the park holding still while the city woke up around it.
