Fifty-Two Frames: Outside your comfort zone

In the past week, I’ve found myself outside my comfort zone many many times.

  • Chasing down an older Russian woman at the light rail stop to offer her my ticket I hadn’t used…
  • To take it literally…feeling the effects of third trimester pregnancy, namely back pain…
  • Considering some changes to my professional life…

…to name a few.

For the sake of a photograph, I injected myself into an unlikely scene on this grey damp morning: our local cemetery. I’m emo enough to find beauty in a graveyard stroll, and human enough to shiver while passing through the quiet rows of gravestones, the larger ones down to the way-too-tiny ones.

I decided to use this photo, the burial site of Yuval, a Tzur Hadassah teenager who died of cancer nearly two years ago (we have a beautiful park newly built in her memory). She is visited; she is remembered… from the flowers planted around her resting place, to the momentos arranged along the etched text, and of course, in accordance with Jewish tradition, the multitude of simple stones placed along the top of her grave.

Week 5: Outside your comfort zone





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