Category: street art & photography
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Fifty-Two Frames: Line From A Song.
All week, it’s been the ‘I’ word. Which brings up the ‘w’ word, which brings up the ‘b’ word and so on and so on… When I did this photo shoot, I was nearly in tears the first take. My son was around, watching me take the boxes out of the closet and arranging them…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Macro.
Confession: I always thought ‘micro’ means close up and ‘macro’ means far away. Whoops. There was a lot of examining life close up this week. I don’t have to go over it again, I’ve already done it twice. As far as the photo goes: I had a moving target this week, so getting the perfect…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Eyes.
During this week’s Fifty-Two Frames theme, I happened to take Bebe to the eye doctor for her first check. What I would have loved to capture was the pediatric eye doctor, who, if you can suspend disbelief for a second, was a Moroccan Colonel Sanders. He even mumbled with a sort of Southern bravado. Week…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Reflections.
This week’s photo inspired by our getaway last week. Which feels like a year ago, since I’m already sick, my kids aren’t sleeping through the night, I have a ton of work on my plate, and well, it’s raining a lot. Bla bla life is so hard when just last week we wined and dined…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Black and White.
I struggled with this week’s B&W theme on Fifty Two Frames. To go interracial? To go Charedi? To go abstract? In the end I decided, who doesn’t want to start their week with emo DR. Seuss? Week 2: Black and White. Blasphemy: A darker Dr. Seuss
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Fifty-Two Frames: Themeless.
Ten years ago, a dozen or so of my college friends banned together and got me a birthday gift in honor of my impending semester abroad: a Canon EOS Rebel, my first and only SLR. We had a ball together, but then came digital, and I’ve been mainly rocking out to little Elphs ever since.…
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Was it you?
Cooped up in my office tower these last months, I’ve missed wandering the streets and stumbling upon Israeli/Jerusalem street art/graffiti. And for a while now, I too have been wondering: Who moved my chair?
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Street art sadness.
Getting out more means seeing more. And remembering more, since the streets of Jerusalem tend to be fairly expressive. Captured Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit, spotted yesterday on Emek Refaim. Paint reads: please save me. Shouldn’t he be out of uniform by now?
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Tibet is Jerusalem street art? Really?
Hmm. I don’t know about that. I realize many secular post-army Israelis like to travel across the Far East, but comparing Israel to Tibet is a bit far off… Even politically.
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Trogdor, the Jerusalem Burninator!
Now, I know there are a ton of Anglos in Jerusalem… and lots of street artists… but I never expected to walk through the center of Katamon and find this: I was following Homestar Runner back in college. The SB email in which Trogdor the Burninator was born is a classic… Which is why worlds…
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Brothers, sons, teachers, students.
Not quite street art, but temporarily tonight Keren HaYessod street was painted with the anger and frustration of local teachers: The sign reads: “Brother, brother! Your son is my student!” Sometimes, this country seems like one big block party where literally everyone is separated by a few degrees. In this case, the holders of the…
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Serious message from the streets of Jerusalem…
A serious message from the streets of Jerusalem: The Hebrew alphabet is written out with every third letter underlined and the message below is “One out of three women are raped…” Eerie in any language.