Moments in Germany
Photos and Story by James Keson
A lonely railway station; empty tracks wandering down the broad valley toward the next town.
An old woman waiting in the evening sun.
A pattern of stone wall and weathered wooden s
Grandfather and grandson fishing for tiny, pencil-thin eels.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the.palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour."
Occasionally there come to everyone moments when a certain sight or sound is overwhelmingly
oeautiful. The apparent cause may be as immense in scope as a symphony orchestra in a great concert
hall, -or it may be something as small as a single blade of grass.
To the students who traveled or lived abroad this year much of what they remember is not the large,
impressive events, but the small, personal occurances which seem to typify the character of the country
or people more vividly than any of the ubiquitous tourist-haunted cathedrals and castles.
A French peasant pedalling slowly down a poplar-lined road, an impromptu folk-sing in a German
Gasthous, an Englishmah assisting the hapless American with the complexities of the London telephone-
These are the essence of France, of Germany, of England, yet do not belong to any nationality, but
are merely minor variations on the eternal theme of Man.
The impassioned look of a bronze angel.
The reflection of a young girl watch
the world pass by her train window
THE MICHIGAN DAILY MAGAZINE
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1962