On a quiet morning, I wandered my hometown, Tarut —where silence held stories and shadows danced along aged surfaces. Through my lens, I revisit the streets, doors, and walls that shaped my family’s memories and continue to shape my own. I was drawn to the architecture not just for its visual beauty, but for its quiet testimony to time, resilience, and heritage.

This series is a personal dialogue with place. It is about belonging, about the passage of time etched into stone and wood. I am fascinated by how Tarut’s architecture has evolved, how it silently holds the rhythms of lives lived and voices once heard. Through this work, I honor my roots and invite others to see the extraordinary in what may seem ordinary.