She probably wasn’t the prettiest cat in the world, but we certainly thought she was. In her early life she was a studio cat, and then during the pandemic she moved to our apartment where her job was to take care of us 24/7. We were supposed to do the rest…
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Return to Damascus is my new book of photographs, available for order, that preserves fleeting impressions and the spirit of a place through the lens. Accompanied by brief reflections and memories, the photographs offer a tribute to the place and its people, focusing on enduring character and the subtle interplay of light, architecture, and tradition. Return to Damascus is a quiet celebration of observation and memory, inviting viewers to participate.
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| How Many Roads? is a book of photographs by Jonathan Sa'adah, available for order, offering an unglossy but deeply human view of the period from 1968 to 1975 in richly detailed, observant images that have poignant resonance with the present. Ninety-one sepia photographs reproduced with an introduction by Teju Cole, essays by Beth Adams, Hoyt Alverson, and Steven Tozer, and a preface by the photographer. | |
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Your love for her shines through in these beautiful photos, Jonathan. She was both a blessing and blessed.
Sweet Manon… I will miss you.
She’s so beautiful. Rest in purr.
So much character in that little face. She lived to a good age under your care and had a happy life with you and Beth.
A beautiful cat with a sweet soul. What a week of loss. I am thinking of you and Beth, my friend.
Thank you so much for sharing Manon in this loving and moving series of photos.
She didn’t have to be “the prettiest cat in the world”; it’s clear to anyone that this was one good-looking cat. Maybe my favorite photo in the bunch, however, is the one where we don’t see Manon’s face; instead we see her reflection in Beth’s expression of love and amusement.