I have seen Jerusalem from an airplane, through Jaffa Gate and over the Old City wall. I’ve seen it at night, the full moon heavy over the Temple Mount, and with the sun warming the honey-colored limestones. I have seen Jerusalem in pen and ink, hushed black and white and dazzling color—though I’ve never seen it in person. The Jerusalem I know best is a city of images, an assortment of photographs gathered to illustrate articles in BAR. The search for the perfect photograph begins months in advance, when we send a list of desired subjects to a handful […]
