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Fastnacht in Black and White

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After Fasching, Mainz goes back to being a peaceful and reserved German city on the Rhine.  During Fasching, it’s a madhouse.  My German teacher describes it as a town where one boards a bus and everyone is quietly reading a book or looking out the window, but then during Fasching everyone is smiling, singing, and wanting to be friends.  “Instead of Germans,” he said,” “everyone’s acting like Americans!”

I felt that black and white helped to balance the city’s competing identities in these photos.  I hope you enjoy them.

The calm before the storm.

The calm before the storm.




Rosenmontag in Mainz


Life is like a carnival ride. You can play it safe and ride the merry-go-round, it’s predictable. But, myself personally, I will ride the rollercoaster, for all it’s glory and thrills, It’s ups and downs, twists and turns, and rushes. Isn’t life a rush ?

– Lynette Mack, Moonshadow

Scary Things, Kids, and Dancing Penguins: Fasching Parade in Wiesbaden


The day before the Rosenmontag parade in Mainz, Wiesbaden hosts a smaller, but still fun, parade of bands, dancers, and festooned floats.  Some might say a warm-up for the main event, but it’s more like a really really delicious appetizer that you vow you’ll order as the main dish next time, but then you don’t do that next time because after you had the main dish the first time, you decided you really do want that as the main dish the next time…point being, both are awesome, but the main dish is better.   Comparisons aside, we had a blast at the Fasching parade in Wiesbaden.   We danced to the music blaring from our friends’ homemade sound system cart.  A group of five dancing penguins, we made friends easily.  Others dressed as penguins even wanted to join our colony.   One of the floats, in addition to tossing out candy, gave me a bottle of champagne.   It was a great day.  But when I looked back at my pictures, I realized that I only chose to shoot really scary things, kids, and dancing penguins.   Either Fasching is actually really scary and the bubbly protected me from realizing it in the moment  or I’m naturally inclined to photograph the bizarre.    I’m leaning to the later, but either way,  I had a great time and so did the little kids, who were way too preoccupied with collecting candy to be scared.  Here it is.


Dancing, Singing, and Fasching in Mainz



Last Friday, only five out of eighteen students showed up to my German class.  Didn’t I feel like a nerd!  Everyone else, assumedly, partied too hard the night before or had already started enjoying Carnival festivities that day.   I don’t blame them.  Learning a new language is half about learning grammar and half (even more importantly) about learning hand gestures, accents, customs, and drinking songs.  With everyone’s minds on costumes, parades, beers, and brats, our teacher turned the class into a walking tour of Mainz, complete with a history lesson on the city and its famous festival: Fastnacht.