The following are entries from my journal during the second week of the war with Iran. If you'd like to read the first installment of this series, click here. 3/7/26 Last night was terrible.   Here’s what the night looked like: 19:16 Incoming missile pre-alert 19:19 Rocket & missile fire 20:41 Rocket & missile fire 21:54 Pre-alert 21:56 Rocket & missile fire 00:32 Pre-alert 00:37 Rocket & missile fire 00:50 Event ends 4:56 Pre-alert 5:00 Rocket & missile fire 5:14 Event ends

Miklat (Hebrew: מקלט): A reinforced public bomb shelter, usually underground, intended to protect civilians from rocket and missile fire. Derived from a biblical translation meaning “shelter.”   In a week of war, my neighbors have quickly become characters in a story that none of us wanted. Here, I present to you a photo essay detailing the people of my building, who have gathered in our miklat under our building alert after alert, throughout any and every hour of the day thi

This morning, I attended a topical and fascinating Zoom lecture about Iran’s geopolitical strategy and the shifting balance of power in the Middle East. The lecturer was Ido Freund, an expert in the Arabic language, a Middle East intelligence analyst, and a trust & safety strategist. He has an extensive background as a researcher of the Middle East and Islam. I took a ton of notes during the talk. The following is a paraphrased summary of the main ideas that were discussed. I

A collection of Israeli newspapers in a box of Purim accessories. The front page headline translates to, "Iran is the most disturbing arena right now." There’s been a tension boiling in the air since January. It seemed so likely that we would go to war then. At the time, I was dog-sitting for a week in a home without a bomb shelter. (Whereas this is normal in the rest of the world, it is not normal here.) I’d had a talking-to with Beauty, the aptly-named husky I was dog-sitti

An overnight trip through the Negev desert in Israel took us from sweeping crater views in Mitzpe Ramon to the quiet, daily work of care, agriculture, and advocacy. Through visits to Sde Boker, ADI Negev Rehab Center, Bedouin agricultural projects, and a Bedouin woman’s home, this journey became less about landscapes and more about the people shaping life in a place often misunderstood as empty.

Welcome back to mystical, magical Jerusalem. Forget day trips! This time, we're here for four full days, baby! Over four days, I wandered Jerusalem with my camera, focusing on street photography, from the Old City’s quarters to the crowded aisles of Mahane Yehuda. We begin in the Old City. I returned to deliver photo prints to my new friend, Khamis , in the Muslim Quarter. Once that mission was complete, I was free to wander with my camera around the ancient walls and the bus

A slow walk from the chaos of the shuk to the calm of the shoreline reveals a Tel Aviv most people rush past. These photos capture the small, everyday moments that give the city its pulse. No itinerary, no agenda. Just Tel Aviv as it looks when you’re paying attention.

Jerusalem’s Old City is full of history, but it’s the people who bring it to life. During Sukkot, I wandered through the Jewish, Muslim, and Christian Quarters, with my camera in hand, meeting locals and travelers. Come see the faces and moments that tell the real story of Jerusalem.

On Monday morning at Hostage Square, the air was thick with relief, hope, and quiet celebration. With each announcement of a safe return, hearts lifted and tears were shared among strangers united by fear, grief, and finally, the joy of homecomings. Through my lens, I captured these fleeting, tender moments, these snapshots of a nation slowly breathing again.