Lizrael Update

Tag: photography

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Repetition (Repetition)

    Caught this coming off the train in Savidor Merkaz in Tel Aviv. It reminded me of coming off the 10x express bus in Staten Island and walking across the overpass, mesmerized by evening expressway traffic. A common scene that could have been repeated anywhere in the world. Week 44: Repetition (Repetition) Reason #92758947626 to work from…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Curves

    Reunited with an old recreation, up in Haifa this week. The beckoning, sensual nature of the hookah’s shape always seemed to directly reflected the possibilities it offered. Week 43: Curves “A figure with curves always offers a lot of interesting angles.” – old school film director Wesley Ruggles

  • Fifty-Two Frames: An every day object from a different perspective

    I almost went with overflowing laundry, but how different would that be, anyway? Week 42: An every day object from a different perspective Work, from a bug’s eye view.

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Running

    The theme was running last week, and what I really wanted was to capture another snail and caption it, ‘sorry buddy, as usual, I’m running a little late.’ But alas, no rain, no snails, and my next choice was to capture my own training for the Nike Night Run in Tel Aviv October 30th. It’s a…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Inanimate.

    Two clown princes after my heart. What’s a citizen abroad to do? Until I decide how to cast my (let’s face it) totally symbolic vote, I’m going to fantasize about all the names I may write in. Week 39: Inanimate In-animate: Me, when posed with this question. Alternatively, the options fail to  animate, move or…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Shapes

    An ode to changing seasons… to ending chapters… to remembering the moment I realized, on a beach in Tel Aviv, among the curvy women, the chubby women, the skinny women, the older women, the speedo-ed men – that I, too, can wear a skimpy bathing suit, and frankly dears, no one gives a damn. Unless…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Kissing.

    Last week, my legally-contracted partner, shareholder and roommate did the opposite of what I just did and displayed his romantic side by treating ourselves to a relaxing, delicious, fun and kid-less overnight in Herzliya. We got to enjoy the beach on our terms and also take the opportunity to overcome last week’s Fifty-Two Frames theme,…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Sunset.

    For a while I’ve felt a bit stuck. Living in a lovely shoe box of puzzle pieces; it’s the complete set, so I know everything will fit. And then at some point, one must look around and wonder if there’s another puzzle somewhere, in some alternate universe, and if one were to mix the pieces…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: On the Edge.

    Last week’s Fifty-Two Frames entry was part of a new year vow to more frequently and more deeply explore the amazing nature that surrounds my home. Week 35: On the Edge After jumping off the edge of the rocky cliff, I realized I should have done a before picture, too.

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Natural Framing.

    America loves water parks. And New York City loves water in local parks. And we love taking advantage of it. Since I’ve been visiting with kids, we’ve discovered two awesome local playgrounds featuring water play on Staten Island. I’m sure there are more, and sometime when we go back, I’ll find out. Week 34: Natural…

  • New York, New York…

    New York, I love you. New York, I hate you. New York, you’re absolutely brilliantly fucking gorgeous. Your soul is as pure as antibacterial hand soap. You lure me in to my self-doubting ambivalence, time and time again. New York, New York. Fuggedaboutit.

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Heat.

    I may have stretched this a bit, but I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to show off the fact I hung out with a ROBOT this past week. Week 33: Heat After the PR-2 showed signs of overheating, it was too late – the aggressive characteristics had already set in. If… only I……