Fifty-Two Frames: In the beginning

I’m not one for cheesy Zionism, but with my aliyah anniversary passing a week ago, and Ariel Sharon passing yesterday, and my submission down to the wire at 5:45pm, I decided, why not. This would be the week for that.

I had spotted this scene every day and neglected to take a photo until Thursday. It’s the newly empty lot (former forest) where building is planned in Tzur Hadassah.

This wagon is constantly parked there, forest or no forest.

So is the flag.

Week 2: In the beginning

In the beginning… there were rumors. Hopes. Posters. A flag. 

Fifty-Two Frames: Self Protrait

It’s a period when you’re never alone, your identity is not that of a single person. That makes it difficult to recognize yourself and be yourself – for a limited time. There is another soul inside you, and even your most intimate moments are shared. You’re not who you were and you’ll never be who you are again. When you split apart at childbirth, it’s both traumatic and miraculous.

Fifty-Two Frames, Week 1: Self Portrait

New year of our photography project, and the first theme is to introduce ourselves. I finally found words to describe a bit about how I feel. This is the photo I submitted, but afterwards realized with some feedback black & white would have worked much better.

New year, new learning.

Fifty-Two Frames: Themeless (and anonymous)

Another year, another 52 frames captured on a themed basis week to week!

I closed the year with a deeper thought. I love this quote; for over a decade I, too, mistakenly attributed it to Nelson Mandela; turns out he was quoting it from an author in one of his speeches.

Here’s to another 52 weeks of viewing the world through 52 different lenses.

Week 52: Themeless (and anonymous)

“We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?” – Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

Snow in Tzur Hadassah: Who said this isn’t Switzerland? [PHOTOS]

There’s this inside joke here… sometime a couple years ago they started hanging hopeful signs around garbage points in Tzur Hadassah: If no one made it dirty, this could be like Switzerland. 

After four days of heavy snow, warm clothes, sledding, and beautiful views… Well, I’d have to say we came pretty freakin close for the Middle East.

[More photos from day 1-3 here]

The view from my ‘front yard’ – only last week it was cleared of the forest to make way for new construction (sigh). So it allowed a whole new snow-filled view:

Soon I found the Yetti…

A long long time ago… in another life… I got a free giant boogie board at a tech conference (?!). Never touched it… until now.

The whole view… The hills are Gush Etzion, facing Neve Daniel area. The buildings are Beitar Illit. The snow is ours. (Click to enlarge)

The supermarket was rightfully bare this morning. And then the Tnuva truck pulled up. Never was so excited to see a Tnuva truck…

Later we went out and surveyed some local damage – seems every other tree took a toll. Our garbage collection area collapsed. And… so did our building, actually.

Another new view… sun setting and moon rising over the outlook towards Beitar Illit. (Click to enlarge)

Climbed up the nature walk to check out, in Koala’s words, the ‘sun rainbow.’

 Hang in there, Tzur Hadassah, European snow resort town. (Click to enlarge)

UPDATED:

Day 5, morning: Nope, it’s not all a dream.

 

Wishing the snowman farewell…

More photos!