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BUILDINGS IN AND AROUND TEL AVIV




































I have been visiting Tel Aviv almost every year for the duration of my 25 years. I grew up with these images of 'hotel' architecture, Bauhaus, concrete and history. I am fascinated by how the city's reputation as the 'white city' impacts daily life in Tel Aviv. And how we find beauty amoungst the brutal structures that confront us when we go to the bank, the gallery, or to work. In Israel, I have never even seen a house - the type of house I have been taught to acknowledge as a typical home. The fact that the '2 up, 2 down' doesn't exist in Tel Aviv makes it seem exciting and versatile to me. As if life is more rapid, you go up flights of stairs, you go down flight of stairs, you catch the reflection of the sparkling sunshine in a row of 'characterless' block of flats across the street. You don't get too comfortable in one place.

(photos and words by: shiri webb)

WILLIAM COWPER

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.


Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purpose will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
 
IN JANUARY 1773 COPWER EXPERIENCED SEVERE BREAKDOWN (ONE OF MANY), AND HAVING FAILED TO KILL HIMSELF IN RESPONCE TO WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS GOD'S DIRECT COMMAND, HE BECAME CONVINCED HE WAS ENTERALLY DAMANED. HE CEASED TO ATTEND CHURCH OR PRAY, SINCE BOTH WERE FUTILE.