Between the Shutter and the Silence

I began with an ordinary task: count the floors from the pavement. The first bands were easy. Then the glass started to interfere. Rows that seemed separate at the bottom narrowed as they rose, and the rounded edge carried them out of sight before I ...

A small notch appeared on the edge of the Sun over Amsterdam, and for a while that was almost the whole event. On 12 August 2026 the change was slow enough to be easy to underestimate. The field, water and pylons around me remained clearly visible, b...

The Cyr wheel performance begins with his hands high on the rim and a stance that looks almost settled. In fact, the circle is already a private problem: a thin steel ring, an open patch of concrete, and one performer trying to persuade motion not to...

A strip of broken render gives way to red brick along the base of Beit Maariv, while the painted reader above it opens a newspaper against the wall. I stopped there first. The mural turns the facade into a small stage: shoes rest on the ledge, a cat ...

The thistle gives the painted lady no soft place to disappear. Purple filaments lift from a guarded head of spines, and the butterfly holds itself above them with its wings folded tight. Its bright upper pattern is hidden, leaving a quieter underside...

Pale light broke across the pond at Ramat Gan National Park, leaving the water divided between brown shadow and a broad white reflection. A white egret stood on a floating log where the two tones met. At first, its stillness seemed to settle the scen...

A narrow red-brown window bay climbs the white corner before the building gives way to a much larger block of the same warm material above. That repeated strip caught me first. From the intersection, the upper addition looked almost too self-containe...

A mesh of wing veins caught the light before the rest of the dragonfly did. It was holding to a thin broken stem, its legs gathered around a surface barely wider than one of them. From that distance the body looked solid and patterned, but the wings ...

A thin strand of tree resin hung from the underside of a dark branch, narrow enough that I nearly passed it. Amber gathered along its bends, while clearer sections showed through between them. I stopped at the swollen lower tip, then followed the str...

A raw crown sits above the blue glass of ToHa 2, with scaffold rails and crane lines still cutting into the Tel Aviv sky. The tower has already crossed the point where construction feels temporary. Its height now has public weight. At the same time, ...