Search

subscribe

My kid plays in abandoned buses and I photograph him

Does this photo of my 7 year old “driving” an abandoned bus deserted in the industrial park on the kibbutz we live on instill feelings of longing in you?

My 7 year old "driving" an abandoned bus on Kibbutz Hannaton
My 7 year old “driving” an abandoned bus on Kibbutz Hannaton

Envy?

Or pure, unadulterated fear?

It’s rusty, that bus. And filled with trash. And likely painted with lead paint.

Maybe you just think I’m crazy. I know a lot of my friends and family back in the U.S. do. In fact, 35 year old me is looking at 39 year old me with a little bit of loathing and disgust; and plenty of confusion.

Today, on the Times of Israel, I blogged about what parenting (or really, underparenting) on a kibbutz in Israel looks like for me.

And how the dirty, sometimes dangerous life, has surprisingly created space for me in which I can breathe.

Photographic memory

I love photography even though I’ve never been as good at the art as I might have liked; might have been. I’m grateful — seriously,…

Subway metaphor

It’s likely I will never understand the passage of time. By the time I understand I will have passed time. Quickly like the express train.…

123 days

There are 123 days left until 40. 1 – 2 – 3 and like that I will be Over the Hill. Which hill? The hill…

Search

subscribe