A wind

אור מכין פסטה - Or is making Pasta

2012-01-14T11:30:00.000+02:00

ארטישוק - Artichoke

2012-01-01T11:20:00.002+02:00

בראנץ' צמחוני של סוף שבוע אצל ה"ארטישוק של נועם" במושב ניר בנים

A weekend brunch of vegetarian dishes

שאפה בר - Shaffa Bar

2011-12-31T18:17:00.000+02:00

שישי ביפו - Friday Jaffa

2011-12-10T10:21:00.001+02:00

הם מסתכלים עליך They all looking at you

הפסנתרנית - The Pianist

2011-12-01T09:45:00.001+02:00

שעורי בית #1 Homework

2011-11-25T20:21:00.001+02:00

שוק הפשפשים - Jaffa's flea market

2011-11-16T11:34:00.001+02:00

פסל - Sculptor

2011-11-15T16:25:00.001+02:00

פטריות - Mushrooms

2011-11-13T14:26:00.001+02:00

גברים בירושלים - Men in Jerusalem

2011-11-06T21:17:00.000+02:00

נשים בירושלים - Women in Jerusalem

2011-11-05T19:23:00.000+02:00

חציל - Eggplant

2011-10-28T09:18:00.000+02:00

מלפפון - Cucumber

2011-10-21T17:48:00.000+02:00

חלה בצבעי הסוואה - Camouflage bread

2011-10-17T10:36:00.000+02:00

גן השניים ביפו - Gan Ha Shnaim, Jaffa

2011-10-08T22:57:00.000+02:00

לינק

Link

תה עם נענע - Mint Tea

2011-10-08T18:36:00.000+02:00

מחברת - Notebook

2011-09-21T09:26:00.000+03:00

המחברות היפות שלי הגיעו! לכבוד ראש השנה הזמנתי מ Notbook paper fashion מחברות שורה המכילות 100 דפים עם כריכה קשה של צילומים שלי. כל מחברת קיבלה צילום אחר.

אז אחרי ששלחתי אותן כמתנות לחג לחברים, משפחה ולקוחות, נשארו כמה מחברות ספורות ויפות במיוחד. אותן אשמח לשלוח לכם, קוראי הבלוג לכבוד השנה החדשה.

אם מתחשק לכם לקבל מחברת עבודת יד ויחידה במינה, אנא שלחו לי את שמכם המלא וכתובת למשלוח. אפשר פה בתגובות לפוסט או למייל info@ayawind.com

שנה טובה,

איה

My beautiful notebooks have arrived! Towards the coming New Year's holiday (Rosh Hashana) I have ordered notebooks from Notbook paper fashion. They each have 100 lined pages and their hard backs have my photographs printed on them. Each notebook has a different photograph.

After I sent them as presents to family, friends and clients, there are still a few left. I would be happy to send them to you, my regular readers, as a Rosh Hashana present.

If you feel like receiving a hand made unique notebook, please send me your full name and address. You can either post them as a comment or send them by mail to info@ayawind.com

Shana Tova,

Aya.

אנשים בסיציליה 2 People in Sicily

2011-09-20T17:13:00.000+03:00

אנשים בסיציליה 1 People in Sicily

2011-09-15T16:58:00.000+03:00

סיציליה בתנועה - Sicily in motion

2011-09-14T12:34:00.000+03:00

ענבים - Grapes

2011-08-29T13:47:00.000+03:00

שום - Garlic

2011-08-27T17:01:00.000+03:00

טל בדרק - Tal Bedrack - Back to Basic

2011-08-24T16:10:00.000+03:00

צולם בפילם בפורמט בינוני 6X6.

הבלוג של טל

יפו - Jaffa

2011-08-14T21:10:00.001+03:00

מתכון מרענן לקיץ - A Refreshing Summer Recipe

2011-08-11T14:59:00.001+03:00

מרכיבים לארבעה סועדים:
½ 1 ליטר מים

מגש לקוביות קרח

אופן הכנה:

ערב קודם, מלאי את מגש הקרח במים והעבירי למקפיא למשך הלילה.

בבוקר פתחי את המקפיא וודאי שהמים הפכו לקרח.

הפכי את מגש קוביות הקרח על משטח נקי ודפקי בעדינות לשחרור הקרח מהמגש.

מיד לאחר מכן מלאי 4 כוסות זכוכית במים עד שלושת רבעי הכוס.

הוסיפי קוביות קרח עד לשולי הכוס והגישי.

לאירוח חגיגי או לאירועים מיוחדים, הוסיפי פלח לימון חתוך דק בכל כוס או 3 עלי נענע שטופים היטב.

Ingredients for 4 people:

Liter of water½ 1

A tray of ice cubes

Preparation:

Fill an ice tray with water and place it gently in the freezer department of your refrigerator. Note that it is recommended to do so at least a whole night before serving. In the morning open your freezer door and make sure the water turned into ice. Hold the try upside-down over a clean surface and tap it gently to eject the ice cubes from the tray.

Once you are done, fill 4 glasses with water up to three thirds of their capacity. Top up with ice cubes and serve.

For special occasions add a slice of lemon or three fresh mint leaves to each glass.

משבת לשבת

2011-08-09T10:00:00.000+03:00

ב' זה אוהל - הפגנה - Tel Aviv Tent Protest – Demonstration

2011-07-31T10:41:00.001+03:00

ב' זה אוהל - מאהל יפו - Tel Aviv Tent Protest – Jaffa Camp

2011-07-29T08:56:00.001+03:00

ב' זה אוהל - Tel Aviv Tent Protest

2011-07-24T11:13:00.001+03:00

וילון - A Curtain

2011-07-22T11:49:00.001+03:00

אחד הדברים שאני הכי אוהבת זה רוח, שמש ווילון מתנפנף.

One of my favorite combinations is wind, sun and a fluttering curtain.

מיאקו - Miyako

2011-07-18T11:03:00.001+03:00

מסעדה יפנית באזור הבורסה ברמת גן.

מיאקו

A Japanese restaurant in the stock market area, Ramat Gan.

גמבה - Red Pepper

2011-06-11T08:40:00.005+03:00

הצילום הזה הוא חלק מסדרה שמצטלמת כבר כמה שבועות. תהליך טבעי של ריקבון ומוות אורגני. אני עוד לא יודעת מה לעשות עם שאר התמונות.

This photograph is part of a set I am working on for a few weeks. A natural process of decomposition and organic death. Still don't know what to do with the rest of the photos.

בר - Wild

2011-06-04T13:49:00.001+03:00

רביולי פוטנסקה - Ravioli alla Puttanesca

2011-05-31T11:14:00.002+03:00

לבצק:
200 גרם קמח פסטה
7 חלמונים
1/2 כפית מלח

לקערה עם הקמח מוסיפים את החלמונים והמלח ומערבבים. לשים את הבצק לבצק חלק וקשה. עוטפים בניילון נצמד ומעבירים למקרר.

למילוי:
6 עגבניות לחות נקיות מקליפה וגרעינים, אפויות במלח ושמן זית. שעה וחצי ב 150 מעלות. קצוצות לאחר האפייה.
פלפל אדום אחד קלוי וקצוץ
2 עגבניות טריות ללא גרעינים וקליפה - קצוצות
זסט מלימון אחד
15 זיתי טאסוס מגולענים וקצוצים
2 ענפי טימין
כמה שיותר פרמז'ן מגוררת

מערבבים את כל המרכיבים לעיסת מילוי אחידה.

מוציאים את הבצק מקירור אחרי שעה. משטחים ומעבירים במכונת פסטה מעובי מספר 1 עד עובי מספר 8 בהדרגה.
קורצים עיגולים בעלה הבצק בעזרת חותכן או כוס. מניחים כפית מילוי באמצע עיגולי הבצק. עם האצבע מרטיבים את השוליים במים ומקפלים. מהדקים היטב את חיבורי השוליים.
מקמחים כל רביולי היטב למניעת הדבקות עד הבישול. מרתיחים סיר עם מים.

לרוטב:
במחבת, מחממים שמן זית. מוסיפים חצי בצל קצוץ, שן שום קצוצה, מיץ מלימון אחד, עלים מארבעה ענפי טימין, מעט מלח ובסוף גם 20 גרם חמאה.

מעבירים את הרביולי למים הרותחים ומבשלים 3-4 דקות.
מעבירים את הרביולי המוכנים למחבת הרוטב, עוטפים את הרביולי ברוטב מעבירים לצלחת ומגישים עם פרמז'ן מעל.

סלט עגבניות
עגבניות קטנות מהמרפסת של אור, שמן זית, מלח ופרחי זוטא לבנה מאותה מרפסת.

מתכון של אור נודלמן

The Dough:

200 GR pasta flour

7 egg yolks

1/2 tsp salt

Mix the flour, egg yolks and salt in a large bowl. Knead until receiving a firm and smooth dough. Wrap with cling foil and place in refrigerator.

The Filling:

6 marinated sun dried tomatoes, pealed and deseeded, baked (1 1/2 hours) and finely diced.

1 grilled and diced red pepper.

2 fresh tomatoes, pealed, deseeded and finely diced.

1 lemon zest.

15 Thassos olives, pitted and finely diced.

2 thyme stems.

Grated Parmigianino-Reggiano cheese (the more the merrier).

Remove the dough from the fridge after an hour. Flatten and then run through a pasta machine starting with thickness level 1 and gradually make your way up to 8. Extract circles from the leaf like dough using a glass or a special ravioli cutter. After that, place a teaspoon of filling in the center of each circle. Wet the rim of each circle with your fingers and then fold into half. Make sure you tighten both rims to each other.

Flour each prepared ravioli separately in order to prevent them sticking together.

The Sauce

Worm up some olive oil in a frying pan. Finely dice half an onion and add it to the oil. Then add one crushed clove of garlic, lemon juice from one lemon, leaves from 4 stems of thyme, a bit of salt and at the end, 20 GR of butter.

Cook the ravioli in boiling water for 3-4 minutes.

Place the ravioli in the pan with the sauce, stir and serve with grated Parmigianino-Reggiano

Tomato Salad

Small tomatoes from Or's balcony, olive oil, salt and White-Micromeria flowers from the same balcony.

מיה בלום - Back to Basic Maya Bluhm

2011-05-29T11:33:00.001+03:00

לחץ דם - Blood Pressure

2011-05-26T10:14:00.001+03:00

a pile of garden rubble

2011-05-24T20:55:00.000+03:00

An attempt to create a living environment out of food and capturing it as a moment in a life time therefore making it look fresher and more appetizing.

making the dish - Or Nudelman

Taking the photos - A Wind

סביצ'ה טרכון ושורשים

Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon

Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon

And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her

Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days

Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made

And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings

Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass

Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last

And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring

Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all

Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls

But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns

Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe

Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me

But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know

A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

five deep fried survivors on a bloody raft

2011-05-16T11:26:00.000+03:00

An attempt to create a living environment out of food and capturing it as a moment in a life time therefore making it look fresher and more appetizing.

סרדינים מטוגנים, מרק יוגורט שקדים ועגבניות לחות

The Ugly Duckling Song - Listen to it here

There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words said
Quack!
Get out of town
Get out, get out, get out of town
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown
That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
But at every place they said to his face
Now get out, get out, get out of here
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear
All through the wintertime he hid himself away
Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat
Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
You’re a very fine swan indeed!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, you’re a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
I’m not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
The best in town, the best, the best
The best in town
Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
Say who’s an ugly duckling?
Not I!
Not I!

דורית שרפשטיין - Doreet Scharfstein - Back to Basic

2011-05-14T08:42:00.001+03:00

היום שאחרי - The Day After

2011-05-11T15:03:00.001+03:00

שאריות על ספסל ליד הים, יום אחרי חג הנפנופים.

Leftovers on a bench by the sea. A day after Independence Day.

בחודש בו חל יום העצמאות עולה צריכת הבשר בישראל ב-60% ומגיעה ל-2.3 ק"ג לנפש לעומת כ-1.6 ק"ג לנפש בחודש רגיל. מתוך דה מרקר

The meat consumption in Israel at the month of Independence Day increases in 60% and reaches an average of 2.3 KG per person, comparing 1.6 KG per person at any other month (taken from The Marker).

Forest defrosting after winter

2011-05-08T10:04:00.001+03:00

An attempt to create a living environment out of food and capturing it as a moment in a life time therefore making it look fresher and more appetizing.

Making the dish: Or Nudelman

Taking the photos: A wind

קרפצ'ו סינטה, ברוקולי וגבינה כחולה

Grimms Fairy Tales - The Hut in the Forest

A poor wood-cutter lived with his wife and three daughters in
a little hut on the edge of a lonely forest.  One morning as he
was about to go to his work, he said to his wife, let our
eldest daughter bring me my dinner into the forest, or I shall
never get my work done, and in order that she may not miss
her way, he added, I will take a bag of millet with me and strew
the seeds on the path.  When, therefore, the sun was just above
the centre of the forest, the girl set out on her way with a
bowl of soup, but the field-sparrows, and wood-sparrows,
larks and finches, blackbirds and siskins had picked up the
millet long before, and the girl could not find the track.
Trusting to chance, she went on and on, until the sun sank and
night began to fall.  The trees rustled in the darkness, the
owls hooted, and she began to be afraid.  Then in the distance she
perceived a light which glimmered between the trees.  There
ought to be some people living there, who can take me in for the
night,
thought she, and went up to the light.  It was not long before
she came to a house the windows of which were all lighted up.  She
knocked, and a rough voice from inside cried, come in.  The
girl stepped into the dark entrance, and knocked at the door of
the room.  Just come in, cried the voice, and when she opened the
door, an old gray-haired man was sitting at the table, supporting
his face with both hands, and his white beard fell down over
the table almost as far as the ground.  By the stove lay three
animals, a hen, a cock, and a brindled cow.  The girl told her
story to the old man, and begged for shelter for the night.  The
man said,
               my pretty hen,
               my pretty cock,
               my pretty brindled cow,
               what are you saying now.
Duks, answered the animals, and that must have meant, we are
willing, for the old man said, here you shall have shelter
and food, go to the fire, and cook us our supper.  The girl
found in the kitchen abundance of everything, and cooked a
good supper, but had no thought of the animals.  She carried
the full bowl to the table, seated herself by the gray-haired man,
ate and satisfied her hunger.  When she had had enough, she said,
but now I am tired, where is there a bed in which I can lie down,
and sleep.  The animals replied,
               thou hast eaten with him,
               thou hast drunk with him,
               thou hast had no thought for us,
               so find out for thyself where thou canst pass the
               night.
Then said the old man, just go upstairs, and you will find a
room with two beds, shake them up, and put white linen on them,
and then I, too, will come and lie down to sleep.  The girl
went up, and when she had shaken the beds and put clean sheets
on, she lay down in one of them without waiting any longer for
the old man.  After some time the gray-haired man came, held his
candle over the girl and shook his head.  When he saw that she
had fallen into a sound sleep, he opened a trap-door, and let her
down into the cellar.
Late at night, the wood-cutter came home, and reproached his
wife for leaving him to hunger all day.  It is not my fault,
she replied, the girl went out with your dinner, and must have
lost herself, but surely she will come back to-morrow.  The
wood-cutter, however, arose before dawn to go into the forest, and
requested that the second daughter should take him his dinner
that day.  I will take a bag with lentils, said he, the seeds
are larger than millet, the girl will see them better, and
can't lose her way.  At dinner-time, therefore, the girl took
out the food, but the lentils had disappeared.  The birds of the
forest had picked them up as they had done the day before,
and had left none.  The girl wandered about in the forest
until night, and then she too reached the house of the old man,
was told to go in, and begged for food and a bed.  The man with
the white beard again asked the animals,
               my pretty hen,
               my pretty cock,
               my pretty brindled cow,
               what are you saying now.
The animals again replied 'duks, and everything happened just
as it had happened the day before.  The girl cooked a good meal,
ate and drank with the old man, and did not concern herself about
the animals, and when she inquired about her bed they answered,
               thou hast eaten with him,
               thou hast drunk with him,
               thou hast had no thought for us,
               so find out for thyself where thou canst pass
               the night.
When she was asleep the old man came, looked at her, shook his
head, and let her down into the cellar.
On the third morning the wood-cutter said to his wife, send our
youngest child out with my dinner to-day, she has always been good
and obedient, and will stay in the right path, and not rove about
like her sisters, the wild bumble-bees.  The mother did not
want to do it, and said, am I to lose my dearest child, as well.
Have no fear, he replied, the girl will not go astray.  She is
too prudent and sensible.  Besides I will take some peas with me,
strew them about.  They are still larger than lentils, and will
show her the way.  But when the girl went out with her basket on
her arm, the wood-pigeons had already got all the peas in their
crops, and she did not know which way she was to turn.  She was
full of sorrow and never ceased to think how hungry her father
would be, and how her good mother would grieve, if she did
not go home.  At length when it grew dark, she saw the light and
came to the house in the forest.  She begged quite prettily to
be allowed to spend the night there, and the man with the white
beard again asked his animals,
               my pretty hen,
               my pretty cock,
               my pretty brindled cow,
               what are you saying now.
Duks, said they.  Then the girl went to the stove where the
animals were lying, and petted the cock and hen, and stroked
their smooth feathers with her hand, and caressed the brindled
cow between her horns, and when, in obedience to the old man's
orders, she had made ready some good soup, and the bowl was
placed upon the table, she said, am I to eat as much as I want,
and the good animals to have nothing.  Outside is food in plenty,
I will look after them first.  So she went and brought some
barley and stewed it for the cock and hen, and a whole armful
of sweet-smelling hay for the cow.  I hope you will like it,
dear animals, said she, and you shall have a refreshing draught
in case you are thirsty.  Then she fetched a bucketful of water,
and the cock and hen jumped on to the edge of it and dipped
their beaks in, and then held up their heads as the birds do when
they drink, and the brindled cow also took a hearty draught.  When
the animals were fed, the girl seated herself at the table by
the old man, and ate what he had left.  It was not long before
the cock and the hen began to thrust their heads beneath
their wings, and the eyes of the cow likewise began to blink.
Then said the girl, ought we not to go to bed.
               My pretty hen,
               my pretty cock,
               my pretty brindled cow,
               what are you saying now.
The animals answered, duks,
               thou hast eaten with us,
               thou hast drunk with us,
               thou hast had kind thought for all of us,
               we wish thee good-night.
Then the maiden went upstairs, shook the feather-beds, and laid
clean sheets on them, and when she had done it the old man came
and lay down in one of the beds, and his white beard reached down
to his feet.  The girl lay down on the other, said her prayers,
and fell asleep.

She slept quietly till midnight, and then there was such a noise
in the house that she awoke.  There was a sound of cracking and
splitting in every corner, and the doors sprang open, and beat
against the walls.  The beams groaned as if they were being torn
out of their joints, it seemed as if the staircase were falling
down, and at length there was a crash as if the entire roof had
fallen in.  When, however, all grew quiet once more, and the girl
was not hurt, she stayed quietly lying where she was, and fell
asleep again.  But when she woke up in the morning with the
brilliancy of the sunshine, what did her eyes behold.  She was
lying in a vast hall, and everything around her shone with royal
splendor.  On the walls, golden flowers grew up on a ground of
green silk, the bed was of ivory, and the canopy of red velvet,
and on a chair close by, was a pair of slippers embroidered
with pearls.  The girl believed that she was in a dream, but
three richly clad attendants came in, and asked what orders she
would like to give.  If you will go, she replied, I will get up
at once and make ready some soup for the old man, and then I
will feed the pretty hen, and the pretty cock, and the pretty
brindled cow.  She thought the old man was up already, and looked
round at his bed.  He, however, was not lying in it, but a
stranger.

And while she was looking at him, and becoming aware that he was
young and handsome, he awoke, sat up in bed, and said, I am
a king's son, and was bewitched by a wicked witch, and made to
live in this forest, as an old gray-haired man.  No one was
allowed to be with me but my three attendants in the form
of a cock, a hen, and a brindled cow.  The spell was not to be
broken until a girl came to us whose heart was so good that she
showed herself full of love, not only towards mankind, but towards
animals - and that you have done, and by you at midnight we were
set free, and the old hut in the forest was changed back again
into my royal palace.  And when they had arisen, the king's son
ordered the three attendants to set out and fetch the father and
mother of the girl to the marriage feast.  But where are my two
sisters, inquired the maiden.  I have locked them in the cellar,
and to-morrow they shall be led into the forest, and shall live
as servants to a charcoal-burner, until they have grown kinder,
and do not leave poor animals to suffer hunger.

אסתר ארותי - Ester Aruti - Back to Basic

2011-05-06T18:21:00.001+03:00

מוח - A Brain

2011-05-02T15:31:00.001+03:00

תרצה ולד - Tirtza Wald - Back to Basic

2011-04-30T10:50:00.002+03:00

סלק - Beetroot

2011-04-28T12:57:00.002+03:00

–adjective

of or going to the root or origin; fundamental: a radicaldifference.

thoroughgoing or extreme, especially as regards change from accepted or traditional forms: a radical change in the policy of a company.

Origin:

1350–1400; Middle English < Late Latin rādīcālis having roots, equivalent to Latin rādīc- (stem of rādīx ) root¹ + -ālis -al¹

Dictionary.com

שעועית ירוקה - Green Beans

2011-04-26T13:43:00.002+03:00

מצה - Matzah

2011-04-20T13:38:00.002+03:00

19:34

2011-04-09T11:04:00.001+03:00

17:42

2011-04-07T14:12:00.001+03:00

16:28

2011-04-06T09:44:00.001+03:00

14:10

2011-04-04T10:17:00.001+03:00

יובש - Dryness

2011-03-31T17:02:00.002+02:00

שורשים - Roots

2011-03-29T14:14:00.002+02:00

ים - Sea

2011-03-20T21:34:00.002+02:00

I Am the Walrus / The Beatles

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo...

2011-03-16T11:58:00.002+02:00

אנחנו, בתוך עצמנו אנחנו מקופלים.

ספונים במגדלי בטון מזוין,

כפופים אל מול צגים מרצדים.

צחנת מסוֹס ורקב עולה מאיתנו,

צחנת עובר ושב וצחנת חיוב חודשי.

ממלכותינו מכותרות

בחומות בצורות

של ריבית נשך.

לא ראינו שמש שוקעת זה שנים רבות;

לא נגענו באילן צומח ולא אכלנו מפריו;

לא השתכשכנו בברכה של מי קרח מצעירים

וניחוח רביבי עלות השחר לא בא באפינו.

קנינו את עולמנו

ואת עולמם של אחרים.

ומרוב שִׁפְעַת הרכש,

בלי משים,

גם שתינו יין ענושים.

ושכחנו שיש גם מגפיים לזמנים של שלוליות,

במרכזן עמדנו והבטנו מטה.

לא ראינו כלום מלבד פנים זרות ולב רצוץ.

רכבת - Train

2011-03-14T09:38:00.003+02:00

מתוך האתר הרשמי של רכבת ישראל:

1890
את הרעיון להקים מסילת ברזל בארץ ישראל הגה השר משה מונטיפיורי עוד בשנת 1839, לאחר שהוקמה הרכבת הציבורית הראשונה באנגליה. אבל רק 51 שנים לאחר מכן הוחל בבניית המסילה הראשונה מיפו לירושלים, שאורכה היה 82 ק"מ. את המרחק בין יפו לירושלים גמאה הרכבת הראשונה ב-3 שעות וחמישים דקות.

1890

The idea to lay railway tracks in Palestine was put forward by Sir Moses Montefiore as early as in 1839, after the first public railway was constructed in England. However, only 51 years later was the first track laid on the route from Jaffa to Jerusalem, 82 km long. The first train traveled the distance between Jaffa and Jerusalem in 3 hours and 50 minutes.

Taken from the official Israel Railways web page.

ארטישוק - Artichoke

2011-03-12T18:16:00.002+02:00

עדכון - Update

2011-02-26T21:23:00.002+02:00

לכל מי שתהה לאן נעלמתי בחודש האחרון, היתי עסוקה בעבודה ובעניינים אחרים. הם אמנם לא בסגנון של הבלוג הזה, אבל שלא תחשבו שנעלמתי לנצח.

To all of you who wondered where I have disappeared for the last month, so I was bussy with other stuff. It's style is different than this blog. This is to prove to you that I am not gone forever.

אז היה קצת מזה

So there was a bit of that

והרבה מזה

and a lot of that

וגם כאלה

and also some of those

וכמובן את הקליפ הזה

and ofcourse this video clip

בקרוב, צילומים חדשים.

עכו - Acre

2011-01-27T19:51:00.002+02:00

לפעמים, תוך כדי קריאה, אתה מדמה בנפשך את הים ומרים את מבטך ורואה את הים הזה כפי שדימית אותו בנפשך. אנחנו, אין לנו תקווה כיוון שאנחנו מדמים בנפשנו. זה היה בחיפה והים הזה היה כחול ולפניו עמדה סירה ישנה ובנפש עמדה כמיהה עזה לחומוס בעכו. לפעמים ים וחומוס הם מקשה אחת ולפעמים נפערת ביניהם תהום. ומתי הבחנו בהריסות המפעל הישן בכניסה לעכו? עכשיו, ככל הנראה.

כיסא יש בכל מקום וגם דלת יש בכל מקום, אבל כיסא ודלת יש רק סביב הים התיכון. אפשר להציב כיסא ליד דלת בכל מקום בעולם, אבל רק בעכו, ביום שטוף שמש בסוף ינואר, הם יראו כאילו מעולם לא נפרדו. אפילו הזמן עומד מלכת בניסיונותיו לחלוף על פניהם.

וקרן שמש דקיקה חודרת מסך עשן הבוקע מתוך כוך קטן בסמטה צרה. אפשר להבחין בערבסקות המתעקלות ומתקפלות, שבילים פתלתלים המובילים אל האוריינט שממתין לנו מעבר לפינה; נעים למראה אך מסתורי למגע, בעל אלפי פנים המתחלפות ללא הרף, מתקתק ומריר בה בעת, וככל שהחשש גובר כן גובר הצורך ללכת ולהעמיק.

כריש דק גוף תלוי על אנקול המחובר לקורת מתכת מעל דוכן הדגים האפלולי. גמברי וסבידות וסרגוסים וסולבי ומליטות ופלמידות, שחורות ולבנות, וקצת מרמירים – כולם נושאים אליו את מבטם. זהו מבט אחרון של עין שעשתה כברת דרך ארוכה ממצולות הים, דרך רשתות הדייגים ואל הדוכן. מצאנו סיבה להתעכב על דברים כגון אלה מתוך חיבה עזה לסנפיר ולקשקש.

נדמה שבמקום זה יש אלפי כוסות קפה שחור שמצוי בהן נוזל שמפלסו לא עולה על סנטימטר אחד מעל הקרקעית הבוצית הכהה שבתחתית הכוס. ויש אלפי שפתיים שמתענגות על הלגימה האחרונה הזו; שפמים מגששים באפלולית שבין לשון לבין נוזל. אלפי שפמים מותחים את הזמן כמו מסטיק, עוד לגימה קטנה לפני הסוף; דוחים את קצו של היום, את קיצה של תקופה שתמחה את חשיבותם מעל פני העולם הזה. הזמן, אין לו רחמים, והם ממשיכים לשבת בקרנות רחוב, בפתחי מסעדות שוממות, וללגום את שארית זיכרונותיהם המתוקים.

Sometimes, as we read, we visualize the sea and adjust our gaze and see this sea as we visualized it. We are hopeless because we visualize. That had been in Haifa and this sea was blue and in front of it appeared an old boat and now the soul is yearning for humous in Acre. Sometimes sea and humous are united as one and sometimes lays a great chasm between the two. And when was it that we noticed the ruins of the old factory in the entrance to Acre? Apparently just now.

One might find chairs and doors separately all around the world, but a chair and door together seem to only appear in places around the Mediterranean Sea. You can place a chair next to a door any where in the world, but it is only in Acre, on a clear, sunny day in mid January will it seem that they had never been apart. Here, even time stands still while trying to pass by.

And a slender ray of sun made its way through a cloud of smoke that emerged from a small nook at a narrow ally. One could notice the curving and whirling arabesques, twisting paths to the orient awaiting us behind the corner; amazing to the eye yet perplexing to the mind, with thousands of faces quickly switching, sweet and bitter at the same time, and as the fear grows so does the need to go deeper and deeper.

A slim bodied shark is hanged on a hook attached to a metal beam over the darkened fish stall. Shrimps, cuttlefish, breams, and mackerels – they all gaze at the shark, the last gaze of an eye that made a long way from the depths of the sea, through the fishermen's nets and to the market stall. We found it important to describe this due to extreme affection we have towards fins and scales.

It seems as if this place has thousands of small black coffee glasses that consist of a small quantity of liquid, about one centimeter above the muddy grounds at the bottom. And there are thousands of lips that enjoy this last sip; mustaches slowly groping in the dim space between the lips and liquid. Thousands of mustaches stretch time as if it was bubble gum, just another sip before the end; delaying the end of the day, the end of an era that will wickedly obliterate their importance from this world. Time, it is merciless, and they continue sitting in street corners and entrances of empty restaurants and sip the remains of their sweet memories.

תותים - Strawberries

2011-01-17T18:41:00.002+02:00

תכשיטי ברמן - Berman designers

2011-01-16T12:32:00.003+02:00

לפני כחודש צילמתי כמה סדרות לתכשיטי ברמן. ועכשיו הם יצאו עם קמפיין מעניין שנקרא 100 טבעות.
את הצילומים אפשר למצוא גם בפייסבוק וגם בסטודיו שלהם.

About a month ago I photographed a few sets for Berman Designers.

Now they started a campaign called 100 Rings. The photos can be found on Facebook. and at their studio.

עיצוב קונספט: מיכל גרניט

לימונים - Lemons

2011-01-13T12:50:00.002+02:00

פלפל - A Pepper

2011-01-10T02:10:00.002+02:00

קוצים - Thorns

2011-01-08T16:41:00.002+02:00

מתחת לאדמה - Underground

2010-12-31T10:57:00.002+02:00

מתוך הרוח בערבי הנחל, קנת גרהאם Taken from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms

עוד קצת - A Bit More

2010-12-23T10:34:00.002+02:00

וזה ציטוט מתוך מורה נבוכים של הרמב"ם והוא מוקדש לאבא שלי.

...גברה שמחתי בך בשל האיכות המשובחת של דעתך ומהירות תפישׂתך. ראיתי את גודל תשוקתך אל המתמטיקה. לכן הנחתי לך להתאמן בה מתוך שידעתי לְמה אתה עתיד להגיע....

....ראיתי שלמדת מקצת מדברים אלה מפי זולתי, ואתה נבוך, מוכה תדהמה, ונפשך הנאצלת תובעת ממך למצֹא דברי חפץ [קהלת י"ב, 10]. לכן התמדתי להרחיקך מזאת ולצוות עליך ללמוד את הדברים כסדרם, מתוך שהתכוונתי שתתברר לך האמת בדרכיה, ולא שהוודאות תארע במקרה...

This is a quote from Guide for the Perplexed by Moses Maimonides translated by M. Friedländer [1903]

"… I was still more gratified by the acuteness and the quickness of your apprehension. Observing your great fondness for mathematics, I let you study them more deeply, for I felt sure of your ultimate success…"

" I perceived that you had acquired some knowledge in those matters from others, and that you were perplexed and bewildered; yet you sought to find out a solution to your difficulty. I urged you to desist from this pursuit, and enjoined you to continue your studies systematically; for my object was that the truth should present itself in connected order, and that you should not hit upon it by mere chance."

גרביים - Socks

2010-12-22T10:11:00.002+02:00

בצק עלים - Puff Pastry

2010-12-19T10:54:00.002+02:00

חלודה - Rust

2010-12-12T19:44:00.002+02:00

קלמטה - Kalamata

2010-12-07T09:33:00.002+02:00

בשבוע שעבר צילמתי במסעדת קלמטה שנפתחה לאחרונה בכיכר קדומים ביפו.

Last week I took a photo session at a new restaurant called Kalamata that just opened in Kikar kedumim, Jaffa.

צ'ורוס - Churros

2010-12-05T10:40:00.002+02:00

החג הזה לא כל כך שמח, אבל רגע לפני שהכרמל עלה באש הספקתי להכין צ'ורוס לארוחת שישי ביתית. על פי מתכון של קסמים מתוקים.

This holiday is not as happy as it should have been, but still, a bit before the Carmel Mountain is completely burned down, I managed to prepare some Churros for a Friday dinner at home. I Took the recipe from Ksamim Metukim

קערות ותבלינים - Pots and Spices

2010-12-02T12:36:00.002+02:00

מצאתי אוצר נשכח של צילומים מהנסיעה שלי באוקטובר. החורף המוזר הזה שמדשדש פה מזכיר את הקיץ שם.

I have found a forgotten treasure from my last trip on October this year. This strange winter here reminds me of the summer over there.

ימים עמוסים - Busy Days

2010-12-01T09:48:00.002+02:00

עוברים עלי, שזה נחמד בפני עצמו אבל גם גורם לי להזניח את הבלוג. ההתמודדות עם החיים כעצמאית היא מרתקת וגם מפחידה. בכל זאת, לא הייתי מחליפה אותה בחיים אחרים.
אני מצלמת המון והרבה מהצילומים עוברים ישירות לבלוג המשותף שלי.

Are filling my life, which is nice on one hand, but makes me neglect my blog on the other. Trying to make ends meet as a freelancer is fascinating yet frightening all together. Any way, I would not replace my life with any other.

.I am taking many photographs and most of them go directly to my shared blog

צלחת - A Plate

2010-11-26T14:48:00.002+02:00

עומר - Omer

2010-11-24T09:18:00.002+02:00

עומר למפרט, שר ומנגן.

Omer Lampert sings and plays.

עוד ליטל - More of Lital

2010-11-21T13:12:00.004+02:00

הצילומים ההם וגם אלו שפה צולמו באותו יום ובאותו מקום. חיכינו לקרני השמש האחרונות כדי לתפוס את ליטל ברגע הנכון. הרגע הזה הגיע, מלווה באור עדין, אויר צפוף ועייפות של שעת דמדומים.

These photos and the photos here were shot at the same place and at the same time. We where waiting for the last sun rays to appear in order to catch Lital at the right moment. This moment arrived, attended by a gentle light, compressed air and twilight tiredness.

תאנה - A Fig

2010-11-18T12:08:00.002+02:00

אשה - A Woman

2010-11-17T13:05:00.002+02:00

לאחרונה אני מצלמת יותר אנשים. זה לא שזנחתי את צילומי האוכל והסטיל לייף אלא מזג האוויר ההפכפך בימים האחרונים, גורם לי לצאת מהסטודיו. האור העדין של התקופה הזו בשנה הופך את הפורטרט לחזק ורך יותר בעת ובעונה אחת.

Lately I Take more photos of people. It's not that I have neglected food photography and still life, but the unsteady weather in the last few days made me leave my studio and go outside. The tender light that characterizes this season gives the portrait strength and softness at the same time.

בשר תלוי - Hanged Meat

2010-11-16T11:12:00.002+02:00

ליטל - Lital

2010-11-13T22:23:00.002+02:00

אש - Fire

2010-11-10T09:23:00.002+02:00

יש משהו נעים בריח של מדורה בשער

There s something nice about having the smell of a bonfire in your hair.

הגשם הראשון - The First Rain

2010-11-08T09:08:00.002+02:00

אני לא מאלו שמחכות לחורף בציפייה וגם לא מאלו שאוהבות לקפץ בשלוליות ולחזור עם גרביים רטובות הביתה.

I am not one of those who wait for the winter with anticipation and like to step in puddles and come back home with wet socks.

A wind

אור מכין פסטה - Or is making Pasta

ארטישוק - Artichoke

שאפה בר - Shaffa Bar

שישי ביפו - Friday Jaffa

הפסנתרנית - The Pianist

שעורי בית #1 Homework

שוק הפשפשים - Jaffa's flea market

פסל - Sculptor

פטריות - Mushrooms

גברים בירושלים - Men in Jerusalem

נשים בירושלים - Women in Jerusalem

חציל - Eggplant

מלפפון - Cucumber

חלה בצבעי הסוואה - Camouflage bread

גן השניים ביפו - Gan Ha Shnaim, Jaffa

תה עם נענע - Mint Tea

מחברת - Notebook

אנשים בסיציליה 2 People in Sicily

אנשים בסיציליה 1 People in Sicily

סיציליה בתנועה - Sicily in motion

ענבים - Grapes

שום - Garlic

טל בדרק - Tal Bedrack - Back to Basic

יפו - Jaffa

מתכון מרענן לקיץ - A Refreshing Summer Recipe

משבת לשבת

ב' זה אוהל - הפגנה - Tel Aviv Tent Protest – Demonstration

ב' זה אוהל - מאהל יפו - Tel Aviv Tent Protest – Jaffa Camp

ב' זה אוהל - Tel Aviv Tent Protest

וילון - A Curtain

מיאקו - Miyako

גמבה - Red Pepper

בר - Wild

רביולי פוטנסקה - Ravioli alla Puttanesca

מיה בלום - Back to Basic Maya Bluhm

לחץ דם - Blood Pressure

a pile of garden rubble

Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine

five deep fried survivors on a bloody raft

דורית שרפשטיין - Doreet Scharfstein - Back to Basic

היום שאחרי - The Day After

Forest defrosting after winter

אסתר ארותי - Ester Aruti - Back to Basic

מוח - A Brain

תרצה ולד - Tirtza Wald - Back to Basic

סלק - Beetroot

rad·i·cal

שעועית ירוקה - Green Beans

מצה - Matzah

19:34

17:42

16:28

14:10

יובש - Dryness

שורשים - Roots

ים - Sea

I Am the Walrus / The Beatles

רכבת - Train

ארטישוק - Artichoke

עדכון - Update

עכו - Acre

תותים - Strawberries

תכשיטי ברמן - Berman designers

לימונים - Lemons

פלפל - A Pepper

קוצים - Thorns

מתחת לאדמה - Underground

עוד קצת - A Bit More

גרביים - Socks

בצק עלים - Puff Pastry

חלודה - Rust

קלמטה - Kalamata

צ'ורוס - Churros

קערות ותבלינים - Pots and Spices

ימים עמוסים - Busy Days

צלחת - A Plate

עומר - Omer

עוד ליטל - More of Lital

תאנה - A Fig