Mishpacha photographer Ouria Tadmor keeps me company on the trip to Bnei Brak. On the drive Ouria in jeans stocking cap pulled low tells me about a recent assignment he gave his university students: a field trip to a dilapidated Tel Aviv neighborhood where they walked the line of homeless people living in large cardboard boxes. Their mission was to speak to the destitute box-dwellers somehow earn their friendship and get an invitation inside. Then the students — upscale privileged youth from the other side of the tracks — would let their cameras tell the story: the people their dreams their reality. Ouria speaks of tonal range scale nuance and detail. He’s been to Tokyo and Madrid Paris and New York in quest of art. He’s photographed the foam on a cup of coffee the spoke of an umbrella on a rainy day. We’re going to visit Shuki Lehrer. If you’re being literal you might say that he and Ouria both practice the art of photography but that doesn’t really reflect the reality: Shuki has to work fast and tough while Ouria has the luxury of tranquil deliberation. Rather than good lighting Shuki relies on good elbows and good connections. So I am surprised when on the drive back to Jerusalem Ouria comments that he’s jealous of Shuki’s gift. Seriously? “Yes. His timing. And more than anything else that’s the secret of a good picture. You can’t rush it and you can’t wait too long. His instincts are exceptional.” Shuki calls it siyata d’Shmaya; he’s been riding the wave since childhood.