Books, Shabbat Candles, and a Menorah: A Place I Call Home
A small window into my sanctuary.
Books line the radiator shelf, from war photography and philosophy to fiction, poetry, and memory. Between them, a pair of Shabbat candles stands ready for Friday night. Off to the left: a Hanukkah menorah, its base heavy with history and tradition, now quiet after last winter’s lights.
Houseplants lean toward the night-glow, a salt lamp softens the edges, and reflections of the kitchen echo gently in the dark glass. This is where I rest. Where I reflect. Where ritual and routine meet.
A still moment from an ordinary evening in Espoo, Finland, shot handheld on the Canon 1D X Mark II with a wide aperture to let the atmosphere breathe.
Books, Shabbat Candles, and a Menorah: A Place I Call Home
A small window into my sanctuary.
Books line the radiator shelf, from war photography and philosophy to fiction, poetry, and memory. Between them, a pair of Shabbat candles stands ready for Friday night. Off to the left: a Hanukkah menorah, its base heavy with history and tradition, now quiet after last winter’s lights.
Houseplants lean toward the night-glow, a salt lamp softens the edges, and reflections of the kitchen echo gently in the dark glass. This is where I rest. Where I reflect. Where ritual and routine meet.
A still moment from an ordinary evening in Espoo, Finland, shot handheld on the Canon 1D X Mark II with a wide aperture to let the atmosphere breathe.