On an upper floor of Israel's National Library there was a reflection just waiting to be captured for James' Weekend Reflections!
The huge stained glass window caused the reflection.
The green pomegranates on the trees are gradually turning red.
While you wait outside one of the screening halls for your film to begin, have a seat on the plush chairs all in a row.
Or sip a coffee in the corridor.
Each table has a different scene from a famous old movie.
Or stand outside on the patio by the row of flags and watch the Old City wall turn golden in the setting sun light
From Mt. Zion you can see just how big the red tile roofed Cinematheque is.
Enlarge the photo and see if you think that is Xerxes on the throne on the top of this beautiful old Scroll of Esther.
This parchment scroll was made in 1616 in Ferrara, Italy.
Outside, on the Old City's Christian Quarter Road, are the souvenir T-shirts and all the hustle and bustle of the Arab bazaar and of passing tourist groups. 
It is the Greek Orthodox monastery and Church of Prodromos [the Forerunner], also called the Church of St. John the Baptist. 
I blogged about Israel's National Library before, with its stained glass windows (some of the largest ever made) that show Isaiah's vision of eternal peace (here and here).
I didn't have strong enough elbows or long enough arms to get first choice at the books.
When the poor library workers couldn't get through to the tables, they put boxes on the ground.
The non-fiction books were either extras or material that the library could not use, books that had been donated to the library over the years.
Summer is for touring Jerusalem on Segways.
Here is their bridge as seen from the Jerusalem Cinematheque.
The shadow of the fence lined up nicely with the drip irrigation hoses, so I took a picture for Shadow Shot Sunday.
As you can see from this shot of the front, the boarded-up old station is decaying fast.
End of the line."a different kind of ruin. A ruin full of promise. It’s a crack through the wall of the past. It’s a time warp. But as long as it stands ruined, we can dream: we can dream of trains and passengers, we can dream of journeys to other cities and countries, and we can dream of a different Jerusalem.”.
The Cafe Paradiso window was nicely reflective for James' Weekend Reflections, but the sacks of potatoes slung over the railing were what caught my attention.
My son the photographer took this picture on the night of the lunar eclipse this month.
My village had a simcha, a joyous event, a few weeks ago.
A new Torah scroll was going to be dedicated!
Then the sefer Torah was brought out under a canopy (like in a wedding) and there was dancing and singing in the street!
The procession began, headed by the lights and music of another van.
We snaked through the streets of the village (population about 80 families).
The parade stopped near the synagogue.
There must have been almost a dozen.'Torah scrolls, on behalf of the holy congregation that prays in this synagogue, you are requested to come and greet the Torah that ____ son/daughter of ____ has merited to write and dedicate at an auspicious hour to this synagogue.' "
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Then everyone stood still and the appropriate prayers were said.
The scrolls returned to the Ark and made room for their new neighbor.
Like other mitzvah events, the dedication of a Torah is followed by a mitzvah meal.
Once I wandered through the Pontifical Institute Notre Dame of Jerusalem Center.
The top floor is the strangest.
Having just missed the infrequent bus to my village yesterday, I started the 35-minute walk home along the road.
Then I saw the sign:
Carefully I looked over the steep and now bare slope.
Last July a forest fire killed these trees in the valley.
Oh crop! -- I forgot to crop out my shielding hand.
The hardy hollyhock appeared out of nowhere last month, sprouting up between ancient floor stones.
Early morning pre-opening Mamilla Mall life is reflected in the store window in this picture for Weekend Reflections.
But our matriarch Sarah just laughed.
A rare bird of paradise flower in Jerusalem.
A bird-of-paradise bird, literally!
Click on the transparent sign to read names of the various vats.
As this mosaic picture shows, the treading floor was a large area, normally covered by mosaics, where the grapes were laid and crushed by the feet of the workers, extracting the juice.
A small hole in the center of the treading floor was for a secondary crushing of the grapes.
Juice flowed from the small filtering vat into the collection vats.
Fermentation took place in the jars and a cool storage area, such as a cave, was used to store the wine. 
During the Roman and Byzantine periods there were hundreds of winepresses in the fields, villages and cities of the Holy Land.. . . each Roman soldier consumed a liter per day, or 6,000 liters per day for one Legion stationed in the Galilee. The wine has medical advantages - killing bacteria and making the drinking water safer. The wine was often diluted with equal portion of water, and used as their drinking water, keeping the soldiers healthy (and happy). This may have been one of the Roman soldiers advantages in the battlefield. To supply this demand the wine was produced in a short period of a month or so, producing a low alcohol (4%) sour wine.
