By definition, political subjects are both excellent and difficult to photograph, as too many images of political action seem to be similar.

	During this left-wing demo in Piazza Navona, Rome, I have noticed the most incredible range of people partaking, from manual workers to intellectuals, all hobnobbing together. This Stalin clone was too good to miss, as he worked so hard on his mustache
	Just as I tried in vain to frame this approaching demo in Rome, Cartier-Bresson’s spirit introduced this couple into the frame.
	In Zurich, this group of Irainian demonstrators had precious little interest from passing commuters in the chill of winter. They looked lost, dejected and hopeless.
	At the time I took the picture, the election in Switzerland were raking up much racism and anti-foreign, xenophobic sentiment. Billboards were covered in racist propaganda, which seemed to be incredible to us, as this could not (yet…) happen in Britain. This was a campaign poster of the left, which incidentally lost ground in the election.
	In a beautiful park in Bilbao, we happened to see this small anti-globalisation demo, in front of one of the many commercial HQ buildings in this affluent Basque city

	For most Palestinians, this is what they see from their windows - a 100 foot surveiilance tower - you are never far enough from the watchful eye of the foucauldian state… this, together with unmanned drones, satellites, airplanes and army patrol, complete the picture of the occupying power and control.
	The anti-War demos have been getting smaller every year, after that amazing demo with 2 millions in London, which as we know made no difference. Still, millions everywhere continue to oppose this mad war, destructive for Iraq, the region and the world.
	During the 2004 demo, I noticed the huge number of surveillance cameras everywhere, photographing our very move.
	It was a windy day, and bitterly cold, but still hundreds of thousands came out in protest against this disastrous government and its US partners.
	Many of us have been toi this same sqaure in central London hundreds of times on demonstrations, and on the whole, we have little to show for it… Palestine? Iraq? Well, there is also South Africa, and now Ireland. Keep marching!

Objects are evidence; evidence of time, evidence of use, evidence of life and of the elements. They remain here when we are long gone, changing with time. Most images here were shot on film - either on 35mm or 60mm by 60mm, and all are connected to the sea. The sea always ages objects in the most unique way. Click ONCE to see the full image.

	Another picture taken by Benny Bronstein and me on film years ago. This is the Jebalia beach, near Jaffa.
	Norfolk beaches are teaming with objects which were licked by the waves and dried by the merciless north wind - wood especially benefits from this treatment.
	On the sandy Norfolk beach, this mysterious object was irresistible.
	On the Norfolk broads, mornings and evening are magical. The gentle fog kills the faraway sounds, and gives a special depth to images, muting their colour palette.
	A Hammam doorway in Marrakech, with the ever-present weapon of mass-destruction, the scooter.
[	A Swiss barn-door in the Valais, showing all the signs of life and labour, and little different from the doors I photographed in the Third World.
	Another doorway in Marrakech, in the Mellah, the Jewish quarter. The reds of walls and doorways are of the same family of hues which is used to paint walls in Rome, and yet, so different. The colour is gentle, yet persistent and pervasive.
	In an antiquarian shop in the Medina, an old Hanukah lamp, genuine and no doubt looted from the Jewish population of the Mellah. There is an amazing range and variety of Judaica here, which makes you realise how integrated and large this Jewish community was.
	Mysterious bundles of coloured twine abound all around Morrocan cities,especially in Marrakech. to begin with, one is lost when inquiring about. People would rather not tell you, but all around town, young men are weaving their balls of twine. It is a form of practical magic called Schur, designed to dispel the evil spirits or Jinns.
	In the main street of Bern, Large colourful flag-bearing posts are dividing the street into sectors, diverting your gaze. Each is adorned with a different, striking face.
	Certainly one of the largest and most intriguing objects anywhere, Louise Bourgeois’s metal spider towers over the visitors to the riverside Guggenheim Gallery in Bilbao.
	The underside of the spider at Bilbao.

	Could those long poles in a Marrakech street really be holding up the wall?
	A scooter in Marrakech, attracting the voracious and capable denizens of the streets.
	The colossal bust of Rameses, now in the British Museum, has been there over 150 years, ever since it was ‘prospected’ by the great adventurer, Giovanni Battista Belzoni, who has used hundreds of Egyptian peasants in 1815, and recorded this feat of archaeological engineering in a famous coloured drawing.
	One of the largest and most majestic objects of Ancient Egypt, the Sun Barque of the Pharaoh Khufu, was found disassembled, in a special covered trench by his pyramid and took 30 years to put together.
	Walking slowly through the Marrakech Medina, one comes upon mysterious and magnificent views, as if turning in a dream towards a sight known from another life.

Places mean more than their image gives away - they hide but also reveal - so one can see how people lived in them, loved them, or were frightened of them. Click ONCE to see the full image.

	This hill in Tuscany has taken my fancy and I have spent some days on editing the picture into this hybrid.
	The beach of my childhood, and one of my very first pictures, taken on an ancient Kodak Retina II, which always leaked light at a certain angle to the sun…
	Jerusalem at sunset, some days after the beginning of the Al Aqsa Intifada, as if the landscape knew. There again, Jerusalem looks like this quite often. It must be all the blood in its history. I did not have to use filters here.
	A photograph of my mother, My uncle and a dear friend of the family, Dr. Braver, as well as three-year old me. This is on the beach, some 50 yards from our flat in Jebaliia (Jaffa), and in full view of one of the Palestinian boats which were left by the many who have fled away from the Israeli army as it entered Jaffa in 1948, during what is termed the Nakba (the great catastrophe). Many of them died at sea, trying to reach Gaza or Lebanon. The boats stayed on the beach for years after 1948, until destroyed by the winter storms.
	A bridge in Norfolk. This is the kind of green you never see in the Mediterranean, and I did not even know it existed before coming to England.

	A night in Rome, as one turns the corner, one is always surprised there.
	The pastels of the house fronts in Salcombe are musical to the eye.
	The Post Office of Salcombe, one of many pictures I took of Post Offices all around Britain.
	Those trees on the Pacific coast in California bear witness to the power of the wind which shaped them.
	One of the few surviving cinema buildings, though not active, in Marrakech. This is actually in the French part of the city, Gueliz, but seems to have closed some decades ago.

	This cinema in the Medina in Marrakech was working, and showing many Bollywood films, of course.
	This hotel balcony in Basle has a historical resonance. The hotel, the Three Kings, is the one Theodor Herzl stayed in during the first Zionist congress in 1896, and on the same balcony was taken his famous portrait. The congress took part across the road, in the municipal casino…

People are the most difficult, but also the most rewarding subject to photograph. The few examples here show thus clearly, I hope. Click ONCE to see the full image.

I saw this baby on his own, seemingly abandoned, sleeping very peacefully, the kind of sleep which only babies seem capable of.

	On the beach in Dubrovnik, early evening is the time of the chess players. Every move is discussed and dissected by all present.
	In a piazza in San Diego, we saw this father and his daughter asleep, on a very hot day, totally oblivious to all and sundry.
	On a summer’s day, in a Queens Wood cafe, I saw this young boy, Harry Potter-like and photographed him before I looked around. It was amazing to find out, immediately afterwards, that he is the son of an academic colleague, Prof. Rosie Thomas.
	In a small town in Montenegro, this man crosses our path, carrying his large radio, playing to himself in the empty street. What is he listening to? Where is he going like this? Does he always carry his radio with him, like Radio Rahim in Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing?
	In an East Jerusalem busy road, while the soldiers drive people to clear the road, for some unknown reason, this man is not giving up on finding a bargain.

	In a park cafe in mid-summer, this man sat and looked miserable, totally alone in the middle of the hubbub, and after some time he could stand it no more, and started crying.
	This picture was taken many years ago, by me and Benny Bronstein in Tel Aviv. The man looked at me while I pressed the shutter with a gaze which was empty of life.
	A woman walking past me in East Jerusalem, when both Israelis and Palestinians had a reason to hope for some future together.
	A street scene in Marrakech - two women, two donkeys, and a lot of affection.

	Night in the Medina in Marrakech, and the stall holders, all women, are still there, waiting in vain for one last customer… while waiting, they never rest, knitting more of their wooly hats
	In a cafe near the Saadian tombs, East meets West
	Mysterious bundles of coloured twine abound all around Morrocan cities,especially in Marrakech. to begin with, one is lost when inquiring about. People would rather not tell you.
	This is one of the mysterious weavers of coloured twine balls, in action in small but perfect garden in the Medina. He refused to tell me what he was doing - a form of practical magic called Schur, which is designed to dispel the evil spirits or Jinns. All around town, young men are weaving their balls of twine.

The Gallery is still being constructed

A selection of photographs by Haim Bresheeth can be seen in the different pages of the Gallery.

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