You could hardly be further from the brooding wildness of the North Sea than a tropical island in the Indian Ocean, but Friedrich stood beside me o that promontory of Reunion’s southern shore. I was his Ruckenfigur – a person seen from behind, Victorian surfboard cast to one side, contemplating the view. The shadowy artist was staring over his canvas at me, a lonely Ruckenfigur mit Nikon, gazing at my own version of the tropical sublime.
POSTCARDS FROM THE ROAD - St. Joseph (ed. of 10)