to lazy to write a title

Been shooting quite a lot but developed none.patience.

Using the leica is inspiring.It has the best VFRF possible and is very intuitive -it is much more intuitive to me then an automatic SLR(which I cant get used to) for example. I also found that different focal lenghts work better(for me)in different cities. Tel Aviv is a very 28-35 city while Haifa seemed more of a 50 – possibly even a short tele.

I just listened to a digitally remastered Brian Ferry “Boys and Girls” album after listening to a bad shape record – the record sounds way better with the crackle and occasional click.I am surprised every time anew. The Rega Planar was my best purchase after the leica in the last couple of years.

never develop film you arent familiar with sloppily

the girl with the cowboy hat stopped me half a mile down the street and asked the photo not to be printed in a newspaper(?)cause she doesnt want her parents to catch her smoking.

Or this is what you’ll get! Delta 400(6 years expired in tetenal ultrafin)

intresting fact:

МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ВЕНСКИЙ ВАЛЬС – Федерико Гарсиа ЛоркаTake This Waltz Leonard Cohen

Десять девушек едут Веной.
Плачет смерть на груди гуляки,
Есть там лес голубиных чучел
и заря в антикварном мраке.
Есть там залы, где сотни окон
и за ними деревьев купы…
О, возьми этот вальс,
этот вальс, закусивший губы.

Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women.
There’s a shoulder where death comes to cry.
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows.
There’s a tree where the doves go to die.
There’s a piece that was torn from the morning,
and it hangs in the Gallery of Frost —
Ay, ay ay ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws.

Этот вальс, этот вальс,
полный смерти, мольбы и вина,
где шелками играет волна.

Я люблю, я люблю, я люблю,
я люблю тебя там, на луне,
и с увядшею книгой в окне,
и в укромном гнезде маргаритки,
и в том танце, что снится улитке…
Так порадуй теплом
этот вальс с перебитым крылом.

I want you, I want you, I want you
on a chair with a dead magazine.
In the cave at the tip of the lily,
in some hallway where love’s never been.
On a bed where the moon has been sweating,
in a cry filled with footsteps and sand —
Ay, ay ay ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
take its broken waist in your hand.

Есть три зеркала в венском зале,
где губам твоим вторят дали.
Смерть играет на клавесине
и танцующих красит синим
и на слезы наводит глянец.
А над городом – тени пьяниц…
О, возьми этот вальс,
на руках умирающий танец.

There’s a concert hall in Vienna
where your mouth had a thousand reviews.
There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking,
they’ve been sentenced to death by the blues.
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
with a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, ay ay ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
take this waltz, it’s been dying for years.

Я люблю, я люблю, мое чудо,
я люблю тебя вечно и всюду,
и на крыше, где детство мне снится,
и когда ты поднимешь ресницы,
а за ними, в серебряной стуже, –
старой Венгрии звезды пастушьи
и ягнята и лилии льда…
О, возьми этот вальс,
этот вальс “Я люблю навсегда”.

There’s an attic where children are playing,
where I’ve got to lie down with you soon,
in a dream of Hungarian lanterns,
in the mist of some sweet afternoon.
And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow,
all your sheep and your lilies of snow —
Ay, ay ay ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
with its “I’ll never forget you, you know!”

Я с тобой танцевать буду в Вене
в карнавальном наряде реки,
в домино из воды и тени.
Как темны мои тростники!..
А потом прощальною данью
я оставлю эхо дыханья
в фотографиях и флюгерах,
поцелуи сложу перед дверью –
и волнам твоей поступи вверю
ленты вальса, скрипку и прах.

And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
to the pools that you lift on your wrist —
O my love, O my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
it’s yours now. It’s all that there is.

The Move is complete

I completed my move to Rishon Le Zion. I love it there. I should have internet access at home within a week and then I will post new stuff(and do it more regularly).

I love the move.I met some wonderfull,charming people (some old,some new,some borrowed,some blue),one of which is especially wonderfull,which will be proven by pictures when I have the time and energy.

I read some books,watched some films but all of that is nonimportant.
I am as close to happy as I ever was.

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