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Today there is a strange warm fog enveloping the sun and the village. The air is still, nothing seems to move, even the colors are somber. This is my photograph today and I would like to keep it this way. Although the air is heavy, the mood is not. For one day I slept, I did not run, I did not scan the horizon.
Thoughts these days gravitate to the images and photographs I carry within me and try to describe.
A few days ago I was trying to balance a cup of tea on the tire of a car while using the camera to frame yet another settler's car passing by the house where I had slept. Too close. I was in Umm Dhorit. To call it a village is to give it a flattering but inaccurate size.
There are two houses with tin roofs held down by tires and pieces of concrete, two tents, a structure to house animals, and a lush vegetable garden.
A Palestinian family lives there, and my unattractive description of it - garden aside - is because their houses were demolished a few months ago by an Israeli bulldozer.
That is the reason I was there.