Getting out in the open fields of Ein Qiniya, a small village on the outskirts of Ramallah, has lately become a near-weekly ritual for me which if skipped leaves a palpable gap in my life. More than ever I feel the need for roaming the open fields and letting myself drift with nature. The urban life of Ramallah can be suffocating and the sights and sounds of cars, people, and ever-replicating white-stone buildings become overwhelming at some point that an escape is mandatory for maintaining sanity. When I walk in these fields with my camera on my side I let myself wander freely. Like a shepard following his grazing flock I follow the magical evening light. I keep chasing after it, behind the hills and the trees, hidden around a cliff, lighting the back of grass fields, the light tickles the soul and warms the heart. Sometimes it’s just the right therapy for the compound ailment of occupation-urbanization; I highly recommended it if you feel the symptoms.
Every time I walk in the fields of Palestine I am reminded of how beautiful and diverse this land is- it truly is phenomenal. The key is not pristine nature through conservation, but a perfected synergy between humans and nature that has taken thousands of years to reach.