After a break of more than fifty years I returned to one of my childhood hobbies – photography.

For my Bar Mitzvah I received a camera: Olympus Pen. It made 72 photographs on a standard 36-exposure film. I was very proud of it. All my friends managed only 36 photos per roll, and here I was producing 72!

Before long, I persuaded my parents to buy me an enlarger and let me improvise a darkroom in the bathroom. I sealed the narrow window with a towel and aluminum foil, and placed the developer and fixer trays on top of the washing machine. And there the miracle happened – prints of my photographs.

Then, as life moved on, photography faded into the background for decades. Yet, the idea to return to photography stayed with me.

A few years ago I finally did It. I bought a good camera and went out to photograph. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Today I photograph a wide range of subjects, yet for some reason I am especially drawn to abstract patterns, particularly in the small-scale realm. It brings me great joy to discover a beautiful pattern in my vicinity. 

There are so many beautiful things around me. Every day I walk past them. They call out to me “Hey, look here, look at me!”, but I just pass near them entangled in my thoughts. 

But then, once in a while I do see one of them and it’s a kind of a small revelation.