...I do not want to experience this moment through any lens, camera or otherwise, standing separate behind a device. I want to feel the heavy tapestry and time-worn carpets and the cool glass basins of heavy hookahs, standing tall with Persian-looking motifs in candy colors. Rows and racks of red kabala bracelets, evil eyes, and hamsas—excitable vendors, pushy and eager, who usher you in with sweeping gestures and raised voices...
...Still, I feel I have found something here—not bought from a cart or a stall but rather soaked in through its streets.
-What an amazing write Alexandra, Your descriptive words remind me of when I was there... although I couldn't resist to capture all you have just described thru my lens... and in those captures... I have frozen time... holding the worn-out photographs in my hand...yellowed and torn, water-soaked and covered in dust from all my moves throught the years... I can still smell the aroma from the street vendors... I can still taste the fine glass of Merlot Galilee from the Carmel Winery... And the people... I can see why you fell in love with Tel Aviv... I did too.
Superb Write! Great Ink! ! ! ; -)
-Kelly.
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...I do not want to experience this moment through any lens, camera or otherwise, standing separate behind a device. I want to feel the heavy tapestry and time-worn carpets and the cool glass basins of heavy hookahs, standing tall with Persian-looking motifs in candy colors. Rows and racks of red kabala bracelets, evil eyes, and hamsas—excitable vendors, pushy and eager, who usher you in with sweeping gestures and raised voices... ...Still, I feel I have found something here—not bought from a cart or a stall but rather soaked in through its streets. -What an amazing write Alexandra, Your descriptive words remind me of when I was there... although I couldn't resist to capture all you have just described thru my lens... and in those captures... I have frozen time... holding the worn-out photographs in my hand...yellowed and torn, water-soaked and covered in dust from all my moves throught the years... I can still smell the aroma from the street vendors... I can still taste the fine glass of Merlot Galilee from the Carmel Winery... And the people... I can see why you fell in love with Tel Aviv... I did too. Superb Write! Great Ink! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.