coming into a field of masses, walking into the old city streets of jerusalem, found myself held between the emotions of moments carried by people that only felt the urge of solitude by a day that only one can feel what it meant..
defining an intervening period of time through a lens can be so ironic, where their moments are not yet done, yet captured to contemplate that essence in time…
clear night skies over jerusalem, covering lives that have walked in streets, faces, and eyes that have just seen through yet another day that passed..
a short walk that led to a lot of smiles from the life in the streets of downtown amman
we define what we are by the soul that makes us who we are..
each day our eyes capture what life throws us with..
visions upon visions of wanted and unwanted sights of actions and attentions guided to uncommon grounds..
curious eyes, and curious lives living moments within the old city walls of jerusalem..
if moments where within a reach of a single grasp to return,
contrasts and expressions of still life within moments of lives..