Continuing to walk the path of history, ironically, a path that was here, in plain site all my life, and yet, I somehow managed to ignore it.
Last week, we spent a day walking through the remains of the Kingdom of Judea, the land where King David walked, where his descendants built palaces and fortifications. Where they wrote their version of the story, the version we now call "The Bible". For the first time I realize how much in common Archaeology and photography have. Both start with fragments of reality. Fragments that look so plain and dare I say boring, so easy to ignore. Yet when put together, a story comes to life. Maybe even a few stories, as the unknown is greater than the known, and our experience and imagination weaves the facts into different patterns. The interesting part (for me) is not what the eyes can see, but what the mind can conjure. An ancient Persian garden overlooking Jerusalem, a palace on the hill for all to see, pigeons purchased in order to bring as an offering at the Temple.
Yet, all our eyes can see, are fragments of stone...
