Between the Shutter and the Silence

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, ...

Above Larnaca, the flamingos arrive as marks against open sky: necks stretched forward, legs trailing behind, wings cutting dark and pink strokes through the blue. The view is almost empty, and that emptiness gives every small shift room to matter. W...

A dark sky presses against two curved towers, and the balconies start to look less like floors than ribs. The Exchange Ramat Gan skyscrapers feel almost detached from the city below them, as if the lower streets have been removed and only the vertica...

Salt water broke over the low rock on the Tel Aviv shore, and the white egret kept working the edge as if the line between beach and sea was negotiable. Each wave came in with more force than the bird seemed built to answer. Foam climbed the stone, s...

Fallen trunks cross the forest floor like a low barrier, and the red fox sits inside the gap they leave. It is not out in open grass or standing on a clean path. It has chosen the crowded part of the wood, where bark, needles, roots, and young green ...

The canal bank rises sharply from the dark water, and the goslings are already testing the grass above it. They move in the uneven strip between water and shade, small enough for every root, twig, and clump of earth to become part of the route. The c...

Loch Lochy in the Great Glen sits below the ridge before the water has finished copying it. Snow holds on the higher slopes, the forest sits lower and darker, and the loch runs between them like a long-polished cut through the Highlands. This is part...

The path cuts across the slope before it reaches the rock. It is not a soft beginning. The ground is broken, the climb is steep, and the wind keeps pressing across the Trotternish peninsula as if the hill is testing every step before allowing the vie...