I first visited the Western (or “Wailing”) Wall as a teenager, but had scant knowledge of and little appreciation for either its historical context or significance. Nevertheless, just knowing the bare facts makes it impossible to not be startled by the sheer magnitude of the stones, or in awe of the depth of feeling that the structure elicits.
These pictures are not a political statement, but an attempt to assemble images and moments observed through the camera lens. As witness to the ever changing diversity of those assembled, the individual ways of engaging with the wall, and the sometimes-private-sometimes-overt outpouring of emotion that visitors display, can be moving. Some of them, the workers on the scaffold, for example, or the birds on a ledge, or the clock, are remarkably “every day”.
For me, it is this sometimes awkward blend of behaviour and activity that imbues the images with a push you away - pull you in sensibility, gives the images intimacy, and almost compels closer examination.