...and while I'm on the subject of coffee

I just found out Pura Vida still has soymilk: rejoice! But it's still nothing compared to this Tel Aviv coffee shop (and their delicious espresso).

speak softly.

Nobody knows the rage of the rampant
steel-metal cars that ravish the road;
stopping only to allow a family of ducklings to cross.

A cool fall morning of drizzle and college classes;
quick glances and glistening eyes play games-
grayed by a fog.

Early mornings; Late nights

Tuesday morning soccer practices at daybreak while the rest of the world sleeps sleeps sleeps and your out and back before they had a chance to open their morning eyes to the sounds of them putting in that goddam bike rack. 1am sessions at the library while you franticly read some obscure essay about that writer that died before you were even born; before you were even an idea. The rest of them floattttttttttttt while you steam straight ahead. No captain is ever going to yell "land ho!" but you continue to sail further further and further.

The last thing to remember before you shut your eyes at night: the world is round.

Good Morning; Baltimore

It's been a long time. I just finished a huge batch of uploads from film canisters that have been sitting on my desk for months, and here they are. I've almost altogether stopped shooting digital in a time where the chemicals to develop photo paper may become illegal, and where one of the most fantastic realms of photography, the Polaroid, isn't producing film anymore. The "photo" itself will no longer exist, along with the other forms of analog art. In essence, nothing really exists anymore. Arbitrary-ium. Well, we will go through these last artifacts of the "tangible age" slowly, beginning with a summer morning of hang-ups and hang-overs in the Baltimore heat. Something about that city makes you want to love and something about that city makes you want to die. It's either blistering cold or blistering hot, and you're always a little bit too unclean.

And why is it that a telephone on the otherside of the world can give you the most insightful messages: in English too! and you didn't even pick up the receiver. A friendly bartender relays the same message as the telephone, but this time it's personal. This is no fortune-cookie advice column. He is watching and observing and taking notes at all times; he is a bartender- he has met a person or two before. It takes him 50 Sheqels and one hour to tell you exactly what it is that you need to do. His services seem an invaluable commodity. But we will find a way to succeed either way; won't we?

montreal, in film

let me know what you think!

something different

(The first two should be viewed together)

Here are a few drawings i've been working on recently; maybe I should stick to photography.

get it?