After my parents passed away, looking at old photographs—some faded—brought back memories and evoked a deep realization:
a photograph, which seems to preserve what has passed, also holds the absence.
The past does not simply remain behind; it follows us into the present.
Whether I photograph a portrait, a landscape, or a still life,
there will always be within it both love and death, both fading and longing—alongside the hope of holding onto something fleeting.
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family picnic [#1], 2016View more details
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sea [Jaffa] , 2016View more details
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Sunflowers [#2], 2016View more details
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Dead sunflower , 2011View more details
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yoram, 2016View more details
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Sunflower [#1] , 2016View more details
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Tree [plum] , 2018View more details
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family picnic [#2] , 2016View more details
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Weed [#1] , 2017View more details
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Branches [#1] , 2018View more details
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Ant nest [#1], 2001View more details
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Ant nest [#2], 2001View more details
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Weed [#4], 2016View more details
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Weed [#2] , 2016View more details
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Weed [#3] , 2016View more details