Our old kitchen table has been with us since my daughter Hagar was 2 years old. With a silence typical of a heavy piece of furniture, it stands there watching our lives unfold around it. It sees our daughters grow up, my husband and me growing older. A witness to our everyday life, our celebrations and sad moments, listening to us laugh and cry.
A silent witness to the life of one family.
The pictures have been taken from around 2002 to the present day and are still being taken.
Some were taken with consideration given to the frame, the light and the composition. Others are quick snapshots intended to catch an important moment.
In some, the table is the main subject, in some it is on the sideline watching the events happening, not around it, but nearby.