Dina
I took this shot during our trip to Boston. I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t even think about taking photos, but then something about Dina’s posture hit me.
And since I’ve got this idea of adding somehow suitable poem to my photos, here is another poem by Yehuda Amichai:
And in those days before we made a home for ourselves,
we made the whole country into homes.
Even the beach at Caesarea
where we piled our clothes onto solemn mound,
sandals and shirts and towels and pants, yours and mine,
jumbled together, like us, and then went into the water.
I said to myself: If we’d lived in ancient times and made love
in the mountains and desert, we’d have piled stone on stone
and called upon the name of the Lord and gone on our way,
but we made love by the sea, our clothes
a mound of witness in the sand,
and we called upon the name of our love.
Passerby thought we might drowned in the sea.
But we did not drown in the sea, we drowned in all the years
after that chapter, still wrapped up
in each other, like our clothes on the mound on the shore.
