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The old Bat Shlomo, the one to the south of the road, is a very small village, just a handful of old houses set among tall trees. Here and there a tractor is parked under an asbestos lean-to. Chickens…
In one of her early photography projects, Rovner took Polaroids of an abandoned Bedouin shack in the desert and reprinted them in different ways. Here the shack appears blurred, ghostly, as if seen…
It took me twenty years to love
this hole in the middle of nowhere.
The cotton balls spread a white flame
and there was an ill wind in the cypresses
until for the first time I saw,
with a just eye,
t…
The Moshava of Pardes-Hannah is the place I come from, but since I left it, my eyes have been turned away from it, as if I couldn’t look at it. Until I went to the army, the Moshava was a whole place…