The picture that couldn't die

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(Inspired by artist Pasadena Adjacent's fascinating weekly blog post called "Trash Tuesday: where getting it cheap is part of the esthetic.")
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There's a lonely place over on the western edge of our mountain where I often walk to watch the sun set behind the far ridges.
The resident jackals always seem startled to see a human.
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Well, one evening last January I was startled--to see this propped up against a rock.
Someone must have driven up, thinking to dump the slightly damaged pictures over the cliff, and then couldn't go through with it.
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I had pity on the two Jews, the old man and the boy, and rescued them.

Sure enough, this was the fate of the other, the boat picture, two months later.
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"Mine" turned out to be a numbered and signed sketch by well-known Israeli artist Yossi Stern, who died in 1992. Not that that matters. I simply became fond of the two souls he portrayed.
I thought Pasadena Adjacent would approve.
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Comments and cannonball

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You see this? It is a heavy old Turkish cannonball.
Not that I want to hurl it an anyone or anything, BUT . . . Blogger is making a mess of our comments for the last week or so!

My blog's list of your beloved comments goes crazy somewhere in between Comment Moderation and Publish.
AND, many of the comments that I have left at your blogs have disappeared.
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So please do not think I am ignoring you, dear friends.
Hopefully Blogger will fix this soon. According to the Help Forum, many are encountering this problem right now.
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S words closer to home

Secretariat of my moshav/village.
You've heard of a fork in the road. This is a spoon in the road, on the goat path through the woods.
Stone stairs on the shvil (Hebrew for trail).
Sign for Ein Se'adim with lots of Ss.
Shafts of sun in Soreq Valley.