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Monday November 20 (Trip to Ein Harod Museum of Art, and from there on to the Halla Valley)
- Hidden between the heavy pillow-like clouds are almost invisible wispy clouds shapes like feathers
- The burnt orange truck coming towards us, congrats at the dusty blue - green fields on the right, and the depth ochre earth on the left
- A small cream colored plastered shack, hidden between the eucalyptus trees
- In the corner of the garden of the Mishkan Museum of Artis a roofed area. On the ceiling is a complex pattern of disconnected vines spreading like veins till where they meet the dangling live green vines coming down the wall.
- On the ledge of the old museum garden, against the backdrop of warm, cracking later, grows a small calligraphic tree. Two vines frame it, looking like a painted design in fresco from an old Roman villa
- The checkerboard pattern of shadows cast by the old window in the Mishkan Museum at Ein Harod. Between the crevices are floating, nearly invisible squares of light
After the rain a leaf lies on the pavement. The bright yellow inside shines, as if it's emanating light, the pointy outsides are ochre, tilting upwards.
ReplyDeleteThree snails came out after the rain, slide over the stony path, mixing their slime with wet sand. I wonder what draws them to the wet paths, makes them leave the shelter of the bushes. It happens every year.
Love! Noticed the snails today as well, some clinging to the walls....
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