Village of Dir Ibziya, outside Ramallah, The West Bank, July of 2002.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the time I spent in the West Bank so many years ago. Seems like another lifetime ago, probably because it was. So much has changed, and then again, so little has.
Twenty years ago I was naive kid with a camera who thought he had a decent handle on the way things work in the world who very abruptly discovered that was not in fact the case.
I won't pretend that I don't have opinions. I certainly don't have any answers, that I’m sure of. The death toll is nothing short of catastrophic. What really blows me away is the kids in these photographs are now older than I was when I made them. And here we are, still at it.
