Before Instagram was a place to be seen, it was a darkroom. A square frame, a handful of filters, and whatever happened to be in front of me — carrots on the kitchen counter, a gutter, a janitor at work, the light coming through an underpass at the Israel Museum. These were made with the eye of someone who draws, using the only editing tools that were in my pocket.
They run in the order they were made. The sequence tells its own story: years of looking at Jerusalem, and then, abruptly, snow in Brooklyn.
Jerusalem
Further afield in Israel
New York and New Jersey
More recent photography lives on Instagram at @themuseumguyisrael. That account is mostly about the museum tours — these pictures came earlier, and are a different kind of looking.