Editorial: Environmental (PROFESSIONAL) - HONORABLE MENTION
The lost vallley

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The way down to the village is a series that I have been filming for a while in order to visually conveying the feelings behind the frames.
The challenge here is how to create the same narrative, that latent and magical emotion that exists only in your soul for the soul of the beholder, even for that fragile second of light, of nature and other life, of peace and tranquility within the chaos of the Land of Israel.
One of the thoughts that came to me during the filming is how can we prove what is almost nonexistent, how do we preserve the remnants of the past? How to create a stop of the big city in favor of a photothermatic moment that appeals to emotion and emphasizes the visuals of the hidden past, of the moshav and the kibbutz, from which only fragments and photographic fragments remain.
During the filming I thought about what I was trying to photograph, the process or what was left of it, and I still do not have a clear answer to this question, perhaps the pictures will be able to answer this question.
The series deals with nature and life, but also tries to tell the story of the place or what is left of it, a low hill covered with dry thorns, and clearly a kind of wire, which a human hand once laid. The excitement of the smooth paved road, arranged in direct strips that produce a symmetrical symmetry with modern electricity but also with nature, gives way to the cutting point, to the scar that the paved road has left in the earth itself, and above all in what was previously the place, where someone lived.
The road leading down to the village is a series dealing with the presence of the past in the present, what remains and what remains, what was and will be and where we are going.
This is a series that is my refuge, perhaps the last of the almost impossible life here in the Land of Israel, the only place that was once someone's home and now serves as the only escape I know to feel alive, the only place I feel.
The irony of what I seek, find, exit, enter, smell, feel, see, perceive, perceive, tap, photograph, and document the place because it no longer exists for the benefit of something I am not sure is still within me or soon extinct.
photography teacher and an educator in Hazorea kibbutz , north of Israel .
specialized in people and street photography .
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The way down to the village is a series that I have been filming for a while in order to visually conveying the feelings behind the frames.
The challenge here is how to create the same narrative, that latent and magical emotion that exists only in your soul for the soul of the beholder, even for that fragile second of light, of nature and other life, of peace and tranquility within the chaos of the Land of Israel.
One of the thoughts that came to me during the filming is how can we prove what is almost nonexistent, how do we preserve the remnants of the past? How to create a stop of the big city in favor of a photothermatic moment that appeals to emotion and emphasizes the visuals of the hidden past, of the moshav and the kibbutz, from which only fragments and photographic fragments remain.
During the filming I thought about what I was trying to photograph, the process or what was left of it, and I still do not have a clear answer to this question, perhaps the pictures will be able to answer this question.
The series deals with nature and life, but also tries to tell the story of the place or what is left of it, a low hill covered with dry thorns, and clearly a kind of wire, which a human hand once laid. The excitement of the smooth paved road, arranged in direct strips that produce a symmetrical symmetry with modern electricity but also with nature, gives way to the cutting point, to the scar that the paved road has left in the earth itself, and above all in what was previously the place, where someone lived.
The road leading down to the village is a series dealing with the presence of the past in the present, what remains and what remains, what was and will be and where we are going.
This is a series that is my refuge, perhaps the last of the almost impossible life here in the Land of Israel, the only place that was once someone's home and now serves as the only escape I know to feel alive, the only place I feel.
The irony of what I seek, find, exit, enter, smell, feel, see, perceive, perceive, tap, photograph, and document the place because it no longer exists for the benefit of something I am not sure is still within me or soon extinct.
About author:
documentary photographer and social artist based in Israel .photography teacher and an educator in Hazorea kibbutz , north of Israel .
specialized in people and street photography .
BACK TO GALLERY