Hi Steemit, it's me again and my life stories!
Recently I had to visit Ramat Aviv. It's a neighborhood in Tel Aviv, in which I happened to grow up in - till I was 7, then I move to the city I currently live in, which is further north and called Herzliya, named after the visionary of the state. In Herzliya I did much growing, so much that I manage (and it surprises some people even though it's really nothing) to ride my bicycle from where I lived in Herzliya back in the day to where I live in Ramat Aviv before that, in <40 minutes of dangerously fast cycling.
At first, when I was starting 2nd grade, my parents decided they wanted a house for them and their 3 kids (and later 2 dearly beloved dogs), and we moved to Herzliya. We started school there even before we had housing, so I remember vividly (as I got dope memory and I hate mornings) how I would barely wake up, and be sleepy all the long way from Tel Aviv to Herzliya. I would see this intersection every day for few weeks, early morning (school day starts at 8) and noon:
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Actually I remember way more vividly the massive oil/gas tanks that were stationed nearby, and after pressure from bunch of rich people living near it, so the tanks were distributed among many poorer cities with less influential residents, but I can't forget (or I just made up the memory) of the endless gridlocks in this very intersection, and I was running late for school, a habit I still have.
Anyhow, after I finished my business in Ramat Aviv I decided to go and see the places from my memories, the park near the house (it felt bigger 20 years ago), my old apartment building etc'.
First, Eyal the barber. I'm not sure how I felt about it, but I suffer from sensory processing disorder, and getting haircuts really tickled, and I think I had really mixed feelings about getting my hair trimmed:
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closer look at the sign:
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It was 7:45 so I couldn't recreate the first time I bought a shokobo ("Eskimo Pie" with 30g of frozen chocolate at the core, it was rad man) with loose change I found in my house, for many reasons beyond the grocery being closed already, like me not carrying that absurd amount of change, or that shokobo was way better 20 years ago, and that now that I need to buy it with MY money it was less enticing.
I decided to visit my old apartment complex. I knew for a fact that the roof access wasn't good, and that the view was meh, and in the 20 years I was gone they went ahead and installed gate/intercom, so I searched for our "frienemies" at the building. They lived one apartment below us, they were different ethnicity from us, the dad had small LAV but we referred to it as a pickup truck. We would sit in the back, it had two opposing benches, and we would hang out together a lot, till we moved away, never to hear about them again, that is until I took the picture of their name in the intercom:
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As a kid in the 90's in Israel, even if you had the fanciest gaming system (Megason, a Famicom replica, or if you had it good, Sega Megadrive with all the adapters), you were still bored most of the time. We would hand outside. With no phones. I don't remember what we did beyond fighting with stick and riding our BMX in all kind of dangerous manners (I'm still sure I killed a dude that I hit, when I bumped into his thigh cycling away from my kindergarten psycho bully that was rumored to been in juvie by the age of 5). One of the stupid activity was climbing the hill behind our apartment building to find myself at "Derech Namir" (road no. 2). I assumed that they would make it little bit safer, make the transfer impossible as it's really dangerous… Nope. Still same hill (now it feels like oversized piled of dirt but you get the idea), so I climbed it quickly so I could take few long exposures of the cars driving by. It was scary in the 90's and it was scary in 2016:
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People driving north:
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People driving south:
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Another:
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Obligatory me trying to catch a ride back home to Herzliya, just like in the 90's!
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Since I was at the point where I was trying to catch a ride back home, I went ahead and started the ride. I had to stop at HaKfar Hayarok interchange overlooking road no. 5 (this one doesn't have a special name) to snap some more long expusres. Light trails feels good man:
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Here I'm pointing the camera toward Ramat Hasharon, which is where I'm supposed to continue to:
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This scene needed more light trail, so I willed a a vehicle to pass close by:
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NEED MOAR LIGHT TRAILZ!!!
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That felt good. Here is that intersection but little bit darker:
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That pretty much concludes that day.
All photos were taken with my Olympus Pen Lite (EPL7) with Zonlai 25 1.8 normal lens, AFAIK exif should be intact.