Finally! Enough rain water for a puddle, for a reflection.
In the forested hills that surround my village.Shabbat shalom and happy Weekend Reflections.
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Pictures of life in Jerusalem and the Jerusalem Hills. And since August 2013 also a look at the northern Negev, my new home.
Finally! Enough rain water for a puddle, for a reflection.
In the forested hills that surround my village.
So funny.
While I got the camera out, he walked away ever so slowly, but turning brown quickly.Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge.
2 I say to the LORD, “You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.” 3 I say of the holy people who are in the land, “They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.”
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I will not pour out libations of blood to such gods or take up their names on my lips.
5 LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. 7 I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
9 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, 10 because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
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There's a new dog in the neighborhood.
The intermediary days of Pesach are a rare chance for very religious Jews on leave from their intense studies to get out into nature (and to go a bit wild).
On normal weekdays the spring is a hidden place of silence and solitude, under the fig trees, in the valley.
Suddenly I was totally alone in the quiet wilderness!
Lots of terrace walls, some of them thousands of years old.
A scorched ktalav.
An interesting pattern left under the burned bark.
This tree was both bowed down AND uprooted.
The cat was the only one who could get down or up the steep slope that goes down to the monastery buildings. You can see why planes were needed, in these places where men could not stand.
Jack the Jackal: "You bet your sweet life it is, tasty morsel!"