Friday-Saturday, February 9-10

• The continuum between the mural on the fence and the riot of weeds on the bottom, like the painting has moved out to the third dimension, merging with reality. 
• The Escher-like descending staircases of the Tel Aviv Museum of Art. 

• The fall of light coming through the skylight, providing the only note of beauty in the room

• The crumbling texture of the old Bauhaus building. The grey showing through the crumbling plaster echoes the weathered color and texture of the tree in front of the building

• picnic, Tel Aviv style. In Jerusalem, you wouldn't see people sitting like that on a main street. Yes, it is warmer, but it is something else as well.

• When hanging out becomes a duty. They don't seem to be enjoying it at all. The black and white diagonal stripes on the woman's cardigan offer a perfect counterpoint to the striped awning above her.  

• the small grouping of laundry, a lone spot of color against the concrete jungle of Tel Aviv
• in the koi pond, there is a single goldfish that is truly gold: pale and iridescent against the stream of orange. 
• A goldfish with skin lesions all over its body, like DaVinci's portrait of an old man holding a child.
• The dart if a kingfisher's blue fire, diving down towards the pool. I can't tell if it caught something.
• The children, using the Holocause memorial in the center of the square as a climbing toy.