My Favorite Photo Sharing Site
Why I keep coming back to Flickr—and a few of the photographers there who have taught me new ways of seeing.
David Enzel
David Enzel
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A Motion That Made Me Stop
Sometimes the most revealing stories are found not in the headlines, but in the court filings.
The Building I Walked Past for Forty Years
For forty years I walked past an anonymous building on Constitution Avenue. Then a side door on C Street opened onto an indoor sun.
An Internet Relationship That Mattered
Om Malik’s writing and photography reminded me that meaningful relationships can be formed across the open web, even between people who never meet.
Washington Fixture, Reimagined
A Washington fixture, closed for four years, reimagined for the next century.
Everything Else is a Question
I have only two memories of my mother; everything else is a question.
A Reference Guide to Holocaust Resources
Sources you can trust
Arriving
A return to Squirrel Hill, Mineo’s Pizza, and an understanding of my father that took decades to arrive.
Centre Pompidou — A Place I Came to Love
From shocking to beloved — what the Pompidou taught me about a city that evolves.
Where Hitler's Crowds Once Roared
After decades of visiting Nuremberg, I finally stood on the grounds where Hitler once addressed thousands of followers.
Walking Where My Father Walked
Visiting Częstochowa, Poland — the city where my father once walked as a young man before World War II.
Berlin Then and Now
Two visits to Berlin, separated by nearly four decades, revealed a city transformed. Berlin taught me that remembering the past and rebuilding for the future are not opposites.
What Was Destroyed Did Not Vanish
Born before Poland existed, my father lived to see what survives destruction.
My Parents Were the Argument
In 1896, Theodor Herzl warned that antisemitism would return even after periods of calm. More than a century later, his words still resonate. As the child of Holocaust survivors, I have never viewed the need for a Jewish state as an abstract political question. My parents’ lives were the argument.
The Museum of the Second World War in Gdańsk: Architecture, Memory, and Politics
Bold design, curated narrative.