nultraxon

this post has waited long to be written, has gone through many showers of thinking awsome stuff to write about and forgotten as soon as i sat at the computer re ingnited by passing by that place every morning on the way to work and every eavning on the way home, where the reef still rests. january 29 marks the day when some ahmad blew him self up under my then girlfriends bedroom window at 11 minutes after 9 am. several dead i think maybe 7 and a bounch of body parts lay around when i ran down with the camera in one hand and putting my shoes on in the second. it was a mess. later that day after procecsing the 24 rolls of film i shot, and that i had prearanged to shoot black and white for an assignment - this expoltion just couldent happen at a better time. i rushed the films, and then went to my afternoon job as a bartender at a nice jerusalem restaurant. usualy and terror attack meant an empty shift wiht every one gleud to the screens and watching the live reruns luped endlesly of the same 5 second video of a paramedic running with a strecher infront of a panaicing camera man and drives away in to the pandamoniom, and over and over and over and over and over from the moment of the streached broadcast 10 minutes after the bomb went off and late into the night. by this one most of the poeple were just going through the motions and no one really cared, not that they cared at any point but now they dident even show it. and so the night shift was pretty full, and a bounch of telavivians sat at the bar and orderd some food. while i was entertaining them with my amazing charm and charechter they said somthing about the explosion earlier in the morning. i had wiht me the two rolls of slides i shot those were the first two i shot, and the bloodiest fo them all. i asked if they would care to see them, and of course they said yes, not knowing this wasent TV moderated shit. they looked at the pictures in the light and did not say another word untill they got up from the bar and walked out. it wasent all that bad. i tend to think about this as a life chanching experiance, that somwhow my life looked diffarent after this day, that o treated stuff and photography naimly in a diffaretn way, but its just NOT. this had little or no effect on me at the time and still has no effect on as far as i can tell. i am for sure a better photographer, with no credit to the bombing, may be only time has done that. i am still reckless and qiuck at the trigger and shoot into too many directions and never hit anytihng. thats just how i am. that was pretty boring, i had though this would be more meaning full. what a drag. here are some pictures.