It was my house
The Old House is where we grew up. Where we are forever young at heart, where choices are made instinctively and we do the things we love.
It restores our connection with the essence. The essential value of who we are, as a part of a greater scheme and the world surrounding us. But most of all it is the roof that shelters our inspiration, creativity and fun. A place we can always seek refuge, wherever we may be.
Today when I look at it it seems that it got broken just like my heart got broken when they told us we must leave it for a neighborhood rehabilitation program.
A home can be restored but memories that in the heart is already a completely different story.
Author: A 36 years old street and documentary photographer, based in Afula, Israel
Also an English teacher and photography teacher for special aids students and student at high risk community in the education system.
Learned for his P.E Degree in photography and new media in PCK Photo center College
Finish B/w photography and printing from creative photography school, TLV and culture photography in National geographic Israel.
Most of my work is being done in the streets, telling the story of the simple man, the story of life and place.
Lately started to learn photo therapy as a tool for life and Education.