Fifty-Two Frames: Women

After attempting a lot of set-up shots that just didn’t work, I made a Hail Mary pass when, while juggling 3639846 things, I noticed Bebe standing at the window.

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Week 28: Women

After three years of working from home, I went back to an office this week. The week that war threatens my kids, I’m no longer a 5 minute drive from them. I’ve been struggling with this fact, and then I remember my original intent: I can show them, my boy or girls, what a woman can do. A woman can work, and parent, and move, and care, and thrive, and love, all in one day, all in the same moment. Since having a second daughter four months ago, the kind of example I set them has been a constant thought. And then there are moments when I see how my older girl can move, can care, can thrive, can love, that I realize… she’s on the path to becoming that kind of woman, too.

Fifty-Two Frames: Forced Perspective

Learned something new this week – did not know there was a whole photographic genre called ‘forced perspective.’ Also had thought this type of stuff was cheesy, so I’m glad i got to go for emo here.

And the reason I had actually been sighing at our future was this article.

Week 20: Forced Perspective

Been thinking a lot about our future lately, coming to terms with the fact that we are killing ourselves. 

Fifty-Two Frames: In the beginning

I’m not one for cheesy Zionism, but with my aliyah anniversary passing a week ago, and Ariel Sharon passing yesterday, and my submission down to the wire at 5:45pm, I decided, why not. This would be the week for that.

I had spotted this scene every day and neglected to take a photo until Thursday. It’s the newly empty lot (former forest) where building is planned in Tzur Hadassah.

This wagon is constantly parked there, forest or no forest.

So is the flag.

Week 2: In the beginning

In the beginning… there were rumors. Hopes. Posters. A flag.