People

Haim Bresheeth — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:50:52 +0000

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.

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

[photopress:chess_players_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	On the beach in Dubrovnik, early evening is the time of the chess players. Every move is discussed and dissected by all present.
[photopress:Father___Daughter_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.
[photopress:Harry_Potter1_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.
[photopress:Man_with_Radio_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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?
[photopress:market1_1.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.

[photopress:Red_Man1_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.
[photopress:sitting_death_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.
[photopress:woman___clothing2_1_2_3.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	A woman walking past me in East Jerusalem, when both Israelis and Palestinians had a reason to hope for some future together.
[photopress:Morroco2_053.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	A street scene in Marrakech – two women, two donkeys, and a lot of affection.

[photopress:IMG_2717.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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
[photopress:IMG_2819.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	In a cafe near the Saadian tombs, East meets West
[photopress:IMG_2705.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.
[photopress:IMG_2667_1_2.jpg,thumb,alignleft]	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.

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People