A fig tree reflected in an inch of water, for Weekend Reflections.
The water was moving slowly but surely into an ancient irrigation canal, beginning its descent into the wild wadi.
The water emerges from a spring inside the mountain.
I often go down there for an evening walk, when all the waders and hikers are gone and only a the jackals remain.
This photo is from February, after some good winter rains.
The area around my village in the Jerusalem Hills [aka Judean Hills] is blessed with many ancient springs.
And I am blessed that I can walk to all of them on foot.
As a girl who grew up in the big city Chicago, I always dreamed of someday living near wild nature.