I have to say that i felt Birkenau to be the sadest lonliest place i have ever been. looking back at some of the pictures i took the day i spend at the camps i still get a chill.
I’m often left wondering though why it is that anytime anyone photographs the
death camps they invariably present the final images as monotones. It’s almost
as though we’ve become conditioned to imagining scenes of death and destruction,
or even social poverty, as bleak and bloodless, as though true colour might be
somehow less appropriate or emotive. Though perhaps that’s really a discussion
for the General Chat section…
Interesting point Rob. I remember I visited Dachau, outside Munich, in my student days. it was mid-September, beautiful balmy weather, I had a massive hangover, two hours sleep and its fair to say that I didn’t really ‘get’ the feeling that one is supposed to get at a concentration camp.
I was also in Aucshwitz a few years later, in much bleaker weather. The museum is a bit weird, but as is often the case when you see historical sites, if you’ve seen it on telly (e.g. all the displays of suitcases and eyeglasses and so on), the impact is diminished when you see the real thing, for me anyway.
What knocked me out though was Birkenau, which is 2 miles from Auschwitz. The sheer scale of it, the planned out process involved. That was just a thought I had when I saw this series, that while the photos are very good, it doesn’t get across the scale of the operation in place, that this was a mass extermination camp, and how they did it…..not a criticism just an observation.