Meanwhile Back in Palestine XIII

I was pretty lucky to meet Jamal on a magical foggy Sunday morning 

Ramallah

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nadsat.orange

 This post is dedicated to a new best friend

Right Behind the Wall of Winter

"I am not always thinking sweetly of you. I am thinking angrily or indignantly or sulkily, quite often, but I am never not thinking of you. More often than not I am just worried about you, concerned and distressed about my baby lamb being tired or unhappy–and of course often it is with mad, mad passion and sometimes it is naughty, sometimes, only sometimes is it dirty or even sadistic. You are all over me, in sorrow or in joy, all of the time – Oh yes in drunkenness too, in conversation, in work, with every breath and heart-beat." Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh

photography

by Nigel O'Connor &

Nadsat Orange

Ramallah,Betunia

Cupid Labyrinth

Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. 

— Jorge Luis Borges

photography 

by Nigel and I