August 1, 2014 § 4 Comments
While listening to the radio as I drive my son to and from camp I’ve heard the word Ephemeral so many times this week. In hindsight I think it would have been the perfect name for my blog. It’s the word that best describes what I’m trying to document. Often I’m completely overwhelmed when I think about preserving everything that I find.
Just a few things from this week. A photograph of Ted Shawn “The Father of Modern Dance,” at Jacob’s Pillow, taken by my father Arthur L. Benjamin. A crumbling Polish birth certificate that belonged to my Grandmother Rose and my father’s discharge papers from the army.
Ephemeral is one of my favorite words in English and just what it’s all about. Comes a strong wind and all can be gone so fast…
Now what would be the German equivalent?
Flüchtig, I would say.