Let the Light In: A Visit to See My Son in Jerusalem Was Both a Challenge and an Inspiration
I traveled to Israel for the first time in the late 1970s, when I was 11 years old. I was so amazed by the magnificent topography and the biblical sites we encountered that I decided to photograph my feet at each stop. It was a gathering of evidence to prove I hadn’t dreamt being there that summer, that I had actually borne witness to the country’s splendor.
The magic I experienced still grips me, yet my emotions were conflicted before my trip there last month, my most recent in a decade. I longed to be in Israel and to feel its beating pulse, even as the recent escalation of violence is draping itself over everything, like a film of dust covering the good furniture in the attic. I was particularly anxious to see my son who is learning in a Yeshiva outside Jerusalem.