Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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My own personal tekes.
For the past few years I’ve been home on Yom HaZicaron and I’ve sat on my mirpeset and listened to the tekes that goes on the school down below. Tzur Hadassah, from my home’s perspective, is a giant amphitheater, so I hear some of it pretty well. So without yet having my children there, I stand…
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Patriotism through the eyes of a kid.
A couple days ago, unsure of whether my son’s gan would cover it extensively, I started teaching him about Yom Haatzmaut myself. Which actually just meant teaching him the word דגל. Yesterday, he discovered the Israeli flag in our house… the very one we had been talking about. That made him mildly excited and less…
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The Hunger Games: Feeding my fears, my pain, my need for read.
Over the week of Passover, I managed to read consume devour The Hunger Games trilogy. It was a gift to myself since it’s been 5285467245 years since I had time to read and I figured it would take a month or two of here-and-there breastfeeding time to finish the series. Holy crap, I was wrong. I literally consumed…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Adventure.
On Friday, I was jogging and I noticed this little guy on the ground. There’s some kind of kindred spirit connection between me and snails. So to the confusion of the other runners/walkers, I stopped and bent down and started shooting with my phone – an HTC Desire (it’s all I had). It’s super exciting…
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It’s starting to look a lot like…
The annual hanging of the flags across Israel (or Tzur Hadassah specifically): Yom Haatzmaut 64, here we come!
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Red flower fields… Amsterdam in Israel.
Over the Pesach break, we drove on the 375 a few times (outside Beit Shemesh, in Emek Ha’Ella area) and noticed the breathtaking red flower field on the side of the road. It’s normally a gorgeous area on a bad day, but this was something totally cool… something I’ve never noticed in my Israeli life…
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The yearly struggle (No, we’re not over the Holocaust yet).
I’ve been struggling a little more the last few months. Struggling with something dark and damp and desperate, twisting itself among my veins, reaching across my heart and nipping at my soul. My growing morbidity. I’ve been morbid since I can remember. As a kid, I had freakish nightmares despite a safe and happy daylife.…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Candid/Shoot from the Hip.
We had a good topic this week; the shame was, I wasn’t fully aware of it before the deadline was up. I mistakenly thought it was ‘street photography.’ And I wasn’t frequenting many crowded streets last week, so this was the closest I had. Turns it out, it worked out pretty well for what the…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Desolate.
Twas the week before Passover, and all was too busy, …so I ended up forgetting to post that week’s Fifty-Frames photo. The theme embraced the calm before the storm, the serious quiet of Israeli streets – and supermarkets – before the big holiday family-size lock down. Week 14: Desolate. The calm before the chag.
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Bebe update: Twelve months.
Good night, beautiful little Bebe. I’m looking at you after you’ve fallen asleep at my chest. You’re exhausted after an active day in the warm April sun over Jerusalem. Your eyes are shut and your forehead is glistening with sweat from our body heat together. You’re an amazing creature. It’s been a year since you…
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Big boy bash, minus hair-band.
Upsherin. Chalaka. Laziness. Whatever you call the tradition of letting a Jewish boy’s hair grow till he’s three years old, well, we did it. I’m not sure why, to be honest, but here we are one month shy of Koala’s third birthday. Because it falls out at a time when (traditionally) we don’t cut hair,…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Contrast.
I got this at the very start of week 13. It was the Rami Levy in Beitar. …I had a dentist appointment scheduled for the next day. Week 13: Contrast. Probably more like irony… (and even the colors seemed to contrast).
Questions? Comments? Advice?