devision

as i was walking home after trying to get back in the shooting bussiness, the sun was setting over the city and wind was blowing down hillel street, and sweapt up a big dust clowed and carried it down the road. it was an amazing sight, realizing that i live int he middle east, in the middle of the desert. the dust is a part of my life here. and its such a huge part, i havent noticed it untill now. the tripot head was covered with dust when i picked it up today,i was using it regularly only a few weeks ago. the RZ is lying in dust for a while now. i like having but i am not sure about what to do with it, after the ust clowed settled i walked up the park, on my regular rute from work to home. it felt alittle like what i was thingk about in boston walking around with the tripod, not knowing anyone, and not having more then a fake purpose to it all thinking how lonly i feel, and that there was this note hanging on my mothers clipboard for years, that freedome dosent meen the ability to do whatever you want, it actualy means that u have alot to do but you dont really have to. and now that i was on my own not having to do any of the things i usualy have had to deal with for the past 4 years it feels strange and i am back to feeling sorry for my self for stupid reasons. i have no excuses this time around. i tried to think about what i should be doing. what should i be persuing this minute.. i wish i had a web site with all my best reportage work. an evangelical american women came in to the store today asking for directions. religius poeple are just stupid. this one was extra stupid, as she was extra happy and even more so self content wiht her life and knowledge. she talked about gog and magog. what a fucking mind job. what i dont get is that if the world is gonna be destroyd anyway before the redemption why should i work so hard or belive in god or what have you? to secure my place in the after life? i hope i dont make it past 30, what the fuck would i want wiht an after life. i saw a guy joging on at france sqaure. i thought for a second that maybe now that i have time i should get back to that. but then i thought that ill proebebly only do it once or twice at most and why bother. oh yes and a picture.

recomposition of vertical elements (A tribute to peter greenaway)

yesterday like today.

vertical elements open the days. they close the days as well.

i was thinking about birds, about songs. pantera, sepoltura...

i was thinking about home.

advocation

i have misse d many days. i missed a day. the first day to be missed in this blog. note dew. it was the 28th of augost that i missed. but nothing really happend that day to be photogrphed and noticed.

show me the money

sunday morning sunday night

i cannot speak french

i can dance

kibbuz

yes hirsh, i know kibbutz, i know. but in the end it all comes down to how much moeny i made today. i have become the ultimate combinator. maybe there should be an action horror thriller by that name. thr nam who combines every possible wourthless piece of his idiotic life and adds it all up to make a dime for a nickle. just like a nickle wourth of good adivce. thats not a whole lot of good advice, how far can you go with a nickle? or as they say in hebrew it dosent walk for a nickle. i walk for less then that.

alteration

reverse

i run forward. but always i look over my shoulders. especialy at night.

OH!

agrevation

i heard about anny leibowitz. she rocks. like the boss he rocks too. and when she shoots him it fucking Rocks! i started writing twice this morning but went nowhere. i am thinking ahead but i cant stop thinking about all those things that have already haappend and cannot be changed or revisited. i have a strange pumping sensation in my ears. and now i have wierd red spots on my legs. i saw pierre terdjemans portfolio today and it also rocks. things have a way they work. just as you couldent use the can opener in the wrong direction there are things u cant do if you dont do them as they are ment to be done.

determenation

a truck load wourth of grapes has ended up on the road on the intersection of the 443 aparthyde road, and the jerusalem telaviv highway. its slippery like a motherfuker. it smelles like wine from a mile away. i want to be a photojurnalist for real. i want to eat fish for real. i want to live my life fr real, and not be just waiting. i hate waitng i hate beeing late.

absolution

war, what is it good for? a friend only to the under taker.

16 08 07

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i feel like i havent the talent to live my life the way i want.

i figures i will never be abke to control m life fully, i will never be a trained profesional who worked for his living and will always be dependant on somene elses good will. i canr fix the cables at my house. i cant seem to realise tihngs when they are happenig and i am teird of living in past tense.

14 08 07