Archive for February, 2022

Christa Hennemann

Thursday, February 17th, 2022

“Returning to the ruins of my old house at 85 Wittenbergerstrasse was a terribly sad experience.  We saw the burnt frame of my mother’s bicycle, my doll carriage was destroyed and our old clothing that was still hanging on an old drying line.  These are memories that have always stayed with me.  I wrote down my story during the 1990’s so my grandchildren know what happened.  What is also important to me is correspondence with bombing victims from other countries.

Later in life my sister was interested in what happened.  My mother and I spoke to her often about what we experienced. 

During East German times the number of casualties was reported at 35,000.  Researchers now put the casualty rate at 25,000.  I believe that the number is somewhere in between.  My husband, who is 15 years older than me, was a young soldier at the time.  Days after Dresden was destroyed he had to cremate the dead bodies that were stacked on wooden lorries.  Until this day he still can’t go to the remembrance ceremonies on February 13th because it is too painful.” 

-Christa Hennemann, Dresden firebombing survivor

Christa Hennemann was eight-years-old when Dresden was firebombed into cinder by the British Royal Air Force and the United States Army Air Force. The attack was divided into three bombing raids dropping over 4,500 tons of high explosives, including incendiary bombs, onto the city known as “Florence on the Elbe.” This portrait is a part of my From Above project which featured portraits of atomic bomb and firebombing survivors from WWII. My limited edition book is available at https://www.photoeye.com/bookstore/citation.cfm?catalog=I1040&i=&i2=

A selection of From Above portraits taken in Dresden and also including portraits of firebombing survivors from Coventry, Rotterdam, Tokyo and atomic bomb survivors is now being exhibited in Dresden at the outdoor display case in front of the Gewandhaus Strasse from February 12th-March 26th. Eight portraits will be displayed along with short testimonies. The photographs will change every two weeks.

Renate Baum

Tuesday, February 15th, 2022

“My family was living in the Dresden Neustadt at the time of the firebombings.  I was the eldest of five children and attended the Dresden Neustadt School.  For about a year my mother and all the children stayed with relatives outside the city because they thought it would be safer during the war.  In December 1944, we returned to Dresden because there had been no major attacks on the city.  Our family hoped that the war would end because they believed Dresden would eventually be attacked. 


At the time of the bombing we rushed into the cellar.  The house next to us suffered a direct hit and nine people died.  When the bomb detonated it had such an intense impact I thought the entire city was gone.  We spent all night in the cellar.  There was another family, who were artists, that had a flat in the building but they weren’t home at the time.  They returned in between bombing waves and told us what was happening in the city. 

In the morning our aunt from Heidelberg came by bicycle to check if we were alive.  Dresden Neustadt wasn’t hit badly compared to the rest of the city but still when we went outside there were fires raging.  The wind was carrying sparks everywhere.  Flames came out of the windows of buildings, filling the air with smoke.  Some men were putting water on roofs to prevent the sparks from igniting more fires.  We prepared a wagon and passed Alaunpark, the big park which was used by the military, on the way to Heidelberg.  There were many people leaving the city and even horse wagons pulling burnt and dead people.  We thought that nothing would be left and we would never see the city again.”

-Renate Baum, Dresden firebombing survivor 

Renate Baum is photographed in the cellar where her family experienced the firebombings 77 years ago.


On February 13th, 1945 the baroque city of Dresden, Germany was firebombed into cinder by the British Royal Air Force and the United States Army Air Force. The attack was divided into three bombing raids dropping over 4,500 tons of high explosives, including incendiary bombs, onto the city known as “Florence on the Elbe.”  This portrait is a part of my From Above project which featured portraits of atomic bomb and firebombing survivors from WWII. My limited edition book is available at https://www.photoeye.com/bookstore/citation.cfm?catalog=I1040&i=&i2=


A selection of From Above portraits taken in Dresden and also including portraits of firebombing survivors from Coventry, Rotterdam, Tokyo and atomic bomb survivors is now being exhibited in Dresden at the outdoor display case in front of the Gewandhaus Strasse from February 12th-March 26th. Eight portraits will be displayed along with short testimonies. The photographs will change every two weeks.

Rudolf Eichner

Sunday, February 13th, 2022

“I wrote a family chronicle for my children and grandchildren, with background about the past and what I experienced so that others don’t need to witness this again.” 

-Rudolf Eichner, Dresden firebombing survivor

Rudolf Eichner is photographed holding a chess piece that was given to him by his father while he was staying at the hospital.  His father regularly visited him to play chess.  He was injured as a soldier and was sent to a hospital in Dresden, which was located in a school near the city centre.

Shortly before 10pm on February 13th, 1945, the first wave of bombers approached Dresden.  The hospital was evacuated.  The injured grabbed valuables and made their way to the cellar. 

After the first wave of bombing the building remained intact but the houses on the opposite side of the street were in flames and the fire was spreading towards the hospital.

The hospital wasn’t as fortunate during the second wave of bombing, three hours later.  The cellar was overcrowded with inhabitants of the burning buildings.  The force of the explosions was more intense than during the first attack.  Rudolf crawled with the other injured across the street and into a garden.  Surrounded by growing flames, they formed a circle and fought back the flames for six hours.  The men beat back the approaching flames with anything they could find.

When the flames succumbed to the men’s exhausting efforts, Rudolf asked the man next to him where his chess set was.  The man said he had to use the board to beat the flames.  It was lost in the inferno.

Every year on the anniversary of the bombings Rudolf returned to the spot where he had fought the inferno.  Three years later, February 13th, 1948, he found a chess piece, a black knight, from the chess set destroyed by the flames.

Rudolf was one of the most active in getting a monument dedicated to the victims of the fire bombings. The small remembrance is located in the Altmarkt, the town square, where many of the dead were cremated in the days after the fire bombings.

Nora Lang

Saturday, February 12th, 2022

“My father said, “The war will have an awful end. If we are separated from each other, you have to leave the town! Because there will be a battle for the town.”
-Nora Lang


On February 13th, 1945 the baroque city of Dresden, Germany was firebombed into cinder by the British Royal Air Force and the United States Army Air Force. The attack was divided into three bombing raids dropping over 4,500 tons of high explosives, including incendiary bombs, onto the city known as “Florence on the Elbe.” Nora Lang still lives close to where her original home was destroyed. From her living room window you can see the location of her old house. She is photographed next to a ruined church, Trinitatiskirche, one street from her home.

Nora was 13 1/2 when Dresden was destroyed. Her family lived in Dresden-Johannstadt. They survived the first attack by taking shelter in their cellar. After the first attack they had to leave their burning home and experience hell as they were chased by the firestorm through burning streets. They tried to find shelter several times during the deadly second and third attack waves which lasted the entire night and didn’t succumb until the next morning.

A selection of From Above portraits taken in Dresden and also including portraits of firebombing survivors from Coventry, Rotterdam, Tokyo and atomic bomb survivors is now being exhibited in Dresden at the outdoor display case in front of the Gewandhausgasse from February 12th-March 26th. Eight portraits will be displayed along with short testimonies. The photographs will change every two weeks.

This portrait is a part of my From Above project which featured portraits of atomic bomb and firebombing survivors from WWII. My limited edition book is available at https://www.photoeye.com/bookstore/citation.cfm?catalog=I1040&i=&i2=

…Mourning Girl at the Sea of Tears…

Friday, February 11th, 2022

…February 2011… …Dresden…

On February 13th, 1945 the baroque city of Dresden, Germany was firebombed into cinder by the British Royal Air Force and the United States Army Air Force. The attack was divided into three bombing raids dropping over 4,500 tons of high explosives, including incendiary bombs, onto the city known as “Florence on the Elbe.”


Reflection of the sculpture “Mourning Girl At the Sea of Tears” near a mass grave in the Heidefriedhof Cemetery. Feels like sculpture gives meaning to more than just the destruction of Dresden. It speaks for a world which has been ravaged by war.

Dave Navarro, Jane’s Addiction

Wednesday, February 9th, 2022

…Dave Navarro, Jane’s Addiction…The night before Halloween 1997, Hammerstein Ballroom…Jane’s Addiction was the first band I photographed.  They were the Best and the most fun band to photograph. They always gave an intense performance with a lot going on visually. 

It was the beginning of my career and I had no idea what I was doing.  I really didn’t deserve to be there with my camera.  At that point I just reacted to what I saw.  They were energetic and the crowds were overzealous even before the band went on the stage.  The air was drenched with adrenaline.  Sweat dripped down my hair into the camera while I frantically loaded the next roll of film.  It was 36 shots, then I got the next roll of film out of my pocket while the exposed film was rewinding.  Pop the back of the camera open and load the film in seconds without looking while there was chaos on stage, and a surging crowd pushing against the barrier at my back.  I never looked back at the hundreds of people because if that wave broke through only the instinct of running underneath the stage would spare me from being trampled.   I was always soaked in sweat after I photographed. 

I haven’t photographed bands in a long time because my work has progressed to documenting more serious subjects.  But when I’m lost, I try to think back to the beginning, when I was in over my head but found solace in not knowing much about the world and living in the moment. 

Grasshopper, Mercury Rev

Thursday, February 3rd, 2022

Looking through a box of prints when I photographed Grasshopper from the band Mercury Rev. September 1998 feels like forever ago. Grasshopper was releasing his solo album Orbit of Eternal Grace on the Beggars Banquet record label. I instantly became a Mercury Rev fan after I heard the song Chasing a Bee. Their seminal album Deserter’s Songs was released a month after I took these photos.

Grasshopper was the first portrait session I had with a musician. The preceding year and a half, I was photographing Jane’s Addiction, The Cure and Radiohead while they toured. In July 98′, a friend told me that Beggars Banquet had put up a post on a chatboard searching for a photographer to take promotional shots of their artists. At the time, the internet was primitive and chat boards were the common way of connecting to people. Email just began to take hold of how young people communicated. Most people were still using phones attached to a wall.

I was photographing the Smashing Pumpkins tour, Adore. I drove up to NY with my 8×10 portfolio to show Leslie, the head of Beggars. My portfolio consisted of live band photographs. I told Leslie I had no clue how to photograph portraits but I wanted to try. I was practicing by photographing friends with a fisheye lens and cross-processing slide film. Cross processing was a fad in the 90’s that produced vibrant and unpredictable color shifts. Despite having no portrait experience, Leslie took a chance on me. This was an opportunity to return home and restart my young career. Eighteen months of touring bands had run its course. I wanted to photograph portraits of people while they were in their element.

After photographing my last show of the Smashing Pumpkins tour, I drove up I-95 in my dilapidated two-door 1984 Toyota which had logged 200,000 miles. The thick summertime air blew through the open window because I had no air conditioning. I was the only car sputtering on the highway at 2am until I got near the NY exits. It was a new start at 24-years-old. A real portrait assignment paying good money and a return to NY- the center of the economic boom the empire was experiencing!!! It was a different era than the NY blight that I grew-up in. In 98′, NY probably felt like what Rome did at its height.

I didn’t have much to unpack. A few days later, I spoke to Leslie about the photograph. The only problem was Leslie had lost contact with Grasshopper for weeks and the deadline for his album’s publicity loomed. This was before cell phones, so messages were left on answering machines after the beep. Leslie was ready to give-up and my opportunity was fading away. Luckily, Grasshopper returned.

We photographed for hours around SOHO and NOLITA. The area wasn’t as commercialized yet and interesting patches of backgrounds still existed. He brought a large grasshopper made of wire. I shot some of the portraits with a fisheye lens and color infrared film that made green and red jump off the film. I thought the experimental look matched his unique album. The B/W print underneath the color print was dipped in watered down bleach which wore away the midtones. The first prints dipped were eaten away.

I shot a lot of film. I always feared going back to a client with blank rolls of film. I dropped my color film off at the lab on Broadway and Houston. Then I held my breath until they handed me a contact sheet two days later. After I saw that there were images on the film, my worries shifted to finding a good photo on the contact sheets. Twenty-five years later, it’s the same experience.

I haven’t seen Grasshopper since he disappeared into a sea of people on Broadway. Weeks later, Mercury Rev’s album Deserter’s Songs became a critically acclaimed album. Every music magazine heaped well deserved praise on the band’s masterpiece.