Shirlington Oktoberfest by Amber Wilkie Photography
A photograph often evokes emotion in those that view it, however it isn’t necessarily the same emotion for everyone. More than likely your soul is aglow with happiness as you look at this guy enjoying a beer on a sunny afternoon, wearing funny overalls and a smile that is no doubt a reflection of his lubricated contentment. Yet I only feel deep sorrow, as I attended the real Oktoberfest celebration in Munich several weeks ago and am forced to draw comparisons. To begin with the obvious, I’m sad that I’m now sitting behind a desk rather than visiting museums, strolling through the vast English Garden, and eating every imaginable type of pork product. Not only do I feel sorry for myself, but I feel bad for the beer in this man’s hand. It looks lonely and cheated as it should be surrounded by more beer in a much bigger mug. I feel sorry for his arm as it should be getting tired from lifting a much heavier Maßkrug, and for his liver as it should be processing much more beer (likely of better quality). I feel sorry for his ears which should be ringing from a nearby band and the loud singing of his drunken friends. And his eyes? His poor eyes. They should be well distracted by beautiful girls packed into their dirndls. Now if you’ll please excuse me, I’m going to go cry in my currywurst.
