127 – Klagenfurt, Where I was Born

I was born in Klagenfurt in 1964. Actually you can even see the hospital where it happened. It is the biggest building on the right side of the street, about a third from the top. I’ve been living in Klagenfurt, or actually its northern outskirts, until I was 19. It is a nice little town of about 90,000 people, capital of Carinthia, Austria’s most southern province, situated at the eastern end of Wörthersee, Carinthia’s most prominent lake. This view is from Kreuzbergl, through Radetzkystraße, right into the center.

Today, when I got out for photographing, the sun was already setting. I would have been right in time for dusk at Wörthersee, which is always a safe bet, but this time I thought I would try the view from Kreuzbergl, a hill in western Klagenfurt and its most expensive neighborhood, over the center, towards the eastern sunset. I took the image with the Nikon 18-200 at f8 and 36mm from the tripod. This is a combination of two exposures, one for the sky, one for the foreground, blended together with a gradient mask.

The story of the day is from The New York Times, and it is something that makes me very sad. A recent children’s book, “The Higher Power of Lucky” by Susan Patron, this year’s winner of the Newbery Medal, contains the word “scrotum” and is therefore banned from school libraries.

We live in a world of hypocrites, we always did, but it gets worse. I don’t know why, but it does. It seems like we will look back at the early 1970s as the golden time of free thought.

And this marks another novelty: I’ll introduce the Song of the Day, which in the light of this sad story has to be Nick Cave’s “God is in the House” from his stellar 2001 album “No More Shall We Part“. If you don’t have it, go out and buy it. And don’t forget to get “Abattoir Blues / Lyre of Orpheus” as well. They are really so good.

2 thoughts on “127 – Klagenfurt, Where I was Born”

  1. It’s especially interesting intellectually to see a photographer let down his frames to show us more of the physical parts of the total culture which surrounds him. So often we rigorously frame things so that the commonplace is excised. For the first time I am seeing how the pieces you see each day fit together. It is something I like yet, alas, I fail to do myself. Somehow the commonplace seems so banal to us, yet will seem almost exotic to others.
    And this image is anything but banal. I do wonder though why there is traffic only for a block around that turret in the distance. Is it because of the length of your late exposure? If so, what became of the headlight streaks?
    As for narrowing of minds that you decry in your daily story. It appears to me that culture swings in twenty/thirty year cycles. This rightward swing is nowhere near the evangelism of the Fifties and Thirties. Nor of the “Victorian” ages before.
    But each swing is uncomfortable to a significant part of our populations. Each carries pain for folks who are swatted by the wrecking ball of the dialectic.
    Thanks for sharing,
    Ted

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  2. I like that one, call me simple, but the first thing I saw in it, and the simple reason why I like it is that it looks just like a frowning face waring a wizards hat. Even better, the alit windows look like glowing mad eyes that fit the wizards’ frown nicely.

    Go figure.

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