There are things that cannot be captured in photos. These are mainly the senses of hearing and smell. The market experience is based on all the senses: hearing, sight, smell, touch and taste. On a day when there are dominant senses, they are smell and hearing. There are some photos that I prefer not to take because they will not express the intensity, especially in the case of the sense of smell. This time I tried to bring you all the senses.
The Sense of Smell • This time I decided to open with a picture that perfectly expresses the day at the Mahane Yehuda Market, and that is - the picture of challah. I couldn't bring you the smell, and even if I could, it wouldn't have the 'straight from the oven' smell.
The Sense of Sight • A peddler from the cousins tries to sell his wares, which mainly display glasses, at the entrance to the market. The police ask for an ID, they check and ask him to leave the place, because he does not have sales permits. He greets them, comforted by the fact that at least they did not confiscate his goods. To the glory of the State of Israel.
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Sense of Hearing • Minutes ago they started playing. The sounds spilled out across the street. One of them was still in the middle of tuning his instrument - which looked more like a large Boondocks nut than a stringed instrument - but by the time they started playing properly, they already had a crowd of fans, and I didn't need to cheer them on.
Sense of Touch • Yehuda Izikovitz, a resident of Elad, came to the market mainly to show his children what they were missing out on as Elad residents. The children were fascinated by the experience they saw with their own eyes, and Yehuda was busy searching for a good wine to bring to the family he was staying with on Shabbat.
The sense of sight • Next to a large circle around a pantomime performer standing on an upside-down box in the center of the market, the grandfather stood and filmed his granddaughter on video, standing with the white star, who was covering her with her theatrical umbrella.
Sense of Taste • They met by chance, each coming from a different place, but like the Jerusalemite exile kibbutz, they met in the center of the market and started by snacking on chips.
Photographic Sense • Zeevi Sofer, a member of the United and Rescue Organization, and Paul, a well-known paparazzi photographer in the general sector, both approached me together by surprise. I didn't know who to photograph first, and when I turned to Paul to talk to him, he told me he was in a hurry. I almost gave up, but then, during my walk around the market, I found Zeevi Sofer with his camera - looking for me. So how did this cat and mouse chase end? You decide.
Sense of humor • They stood in a line, and in heavy English they asked for a picture. They made faces at the camera. Well, they thought to themselves, who knows us here in Israel. When they saw the picture they knew they had become instantly recognizable.
Photo Sense 2 • The whole family arrived. The mother and daughters posed for the picture, and the father took out the camera, aimed it, and took the picture. Take another picture, one of the daughters told him, and he wanted to clarify that he had captured a perfect picture. Photo Sense We've already mentioned.
Sense of hearing • Aaron Bergofen is standing in line at the grocery store, and when his turn comes, he is engrossed in his cell phone and reading the article published inHaredim10 About the watermelons prepared for Shabbat in Belz Hasidism. The seller didn't insist on calling him again, and believe me, he didn't hear me calling him either.
Sense of Taste • My camera was pointed at someone else, and then he came into my frame. Thoughtful. He bought some real Turkish bureks and went to the backyard to make sure I had even had time to take a picture. When I got there, with him, he sat down with his friends and pointed out to them that I was the photographer of the 'market makers'. They were engrossed in the bureks.
Journalistic Sense • I'm still taking pictures of the guys from the bureks, and on the side of the courtyard I hear a conversation between the men at the next table. They whisper to each other that I'm taking pictures ofHaredim10. I turned around and shared the following gallery with them.
A Sense of Painting • He sat with infinite patience. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and she sat across from him, on the sidewalk, painting a portrait in oil paints. The children sat around, waiting for the perfect result. I didn't wait to see how it turned out, but I believe patience pays off.
Sense of scrutiny • I gave up on publishing his picture with his sweet family. Privacy, as he requested. Tell him we kept our word.
Sense of Response • At first I thought it was Shimon Breitkopf, the writer of 'Family.' As soon as he quickly looked away so as not to be caught with his eyes on the camera, I realized it was his brother.
Shopping Sense • Fisher (that's how everyone knows him), and by his first name - Rafi, is one of the owners of the huge project 'Tnuvat Ha'aretz' (apartment buildings for the wealthy being built in the Tnuvat complex in Jerusalem). Every Friday he does the shopping for Shabbat on his own - from bananas to pickles. He probably doesn't trust anyone, and to this day it proves itself.
Sense of Smile • He is known throughout Jerusalem as the man who founded the pirate radio station 'Kol Ha'amat', alongside Shmuel Ben Atar. Yes, and Aknin. He is a salesman, without any signs of respect, and his smile melts every heart. He does the shopping himself. When he saw that I was taking pictures, he said to me with a broad smile: 'Take pictures of my friend the salesman too, so they can see how hard he works.' I promised to take pictures of him next week too.
Sibling Sense • The Bookashpan brothers with their relaxed smiles are enthusiastic about everything. I photographed them on a long Friday shopping trip while they were on their way to Cafe Aroma. How expected. But until they got there, I photographed a few more brothers and twins at the entrances to the market.
Sense of taste • Arhal'a Drulkar is lively, and especially energetic. He stopped to buy cherries for Shabbat, "Are they tasty? Sweet? Sour?" he asked the seller in an uncompromising tone. The seller recommended that he taste it, but Arhal'a replied that he saves the tastings for Shabbat after the Shechai'nu blessing.
Publicity Sense • Yehuda Kisos does his Shabbat shopping at the Mahane Yehuda Market. Most of the time he avoids my camera. He doesn't like publicity. This time he smiled for the camera, and when his friend asked why he wasn't taking a picture, he stood up, smiled shyly, and silently agreed.
Sense of Orientation • For a long time they looked for the friends with whom they would take the regular tour. Here, they found them.
Photo Sense • I've been photographing him at the market on Fridays for a few weeks now. Just like that, precisely because I don't know him and don't know his name. He really takes good pictures of me, I thought I was alone in this story, until this Friday, among all the crowds, I saw that there were other photographers looking for him, apparently there really is something about him that attracts photos.
Fatherly Sense • Dancing with his son to the music, the father stands by him, the child more alert than ever, smiling and dancing and no longer shy. He is the babysitter, and I am taking pictures.
Screen Sense • Journalist Ofer Hadad, who was recently transferred from the Haredi slot to the 'Settlers and Settlement' slot on Channel 2, was given a huge write-up in Makor Rishon's 'Motzash' magazine last Saturday. He arrived to do the final touches for the Sabbath, shook hands with fans, inquired about their well-being and expressed tolerance towards diggers. Amit Segal has someone to learn from about public relations in the market.
A sense of joy in life • Before I even picked up the camera, he was already smiling at me with humor and fun. For those who didn't recognize him, this is Shlomi Katz, a man of incredible work and human relations. I won't give up on him.
Photo Sense 3 • The whole family has arrived at the market. The eldest son with the camera, constantly taking pictures, looking for the photos that will capture the atmosphere of the market. Why shouldn't the photographer have a beautiful photo of his own?
Sense of melody • Aside, without much formality he played the guitar. The sounds were excellent, and his charm attracted people to listen to him. The market was gradually emptying, and those who gathered around him were treated to a series of the best Shabbat songs.
A sense of burden • On his back are the shopping bags that he has been carrying with great energy. Every now and then he stops and checks the prices in the stalls that are still open. The weight does not bother him, and with a warm look he wishes me 'Shabbat Shalom'. 'Shabbat Shalom' I replied, and I knew that this was more than just a good picture.
Sense of Color • On his mother's shoulders, tired and powerless, he rests his head. Kobi Har Zvi will probably criticize the picture at the next meeting, claiming that "a blurry picture is not uploaded." But to me, this is the climax of the story, this special moment, even if it is not professionally perfect.
Musical Sense • Saxophonist Arle Bender has arrived at Machane Yehuda. Dressed and ready to sit on the Queen's lap. He and his family linger near the last cracker shop that remains open, taking whatever comes to hand. "A Jerusalemite is not like a Bnei Barakiite," he tells me, and I think to myself, "A Jerusalemite is not like a Bnei Barakiite.".
The Sense of Waiting • I finished taking pictures at the market, Shabbat is approaching, and on my way home I won't give up our balcony. I look for the old couple who sit here every week, but once again they are gone. Maybe I arrived earlier than usual?
