Friday, December 8 (Ein Lavan)

• Beneath the perfectly still icy water of the pool, the stones stand  out with preternatural sharpness. Towards the back, the reflections of the young trees float on the surface--a confusing mixture of above and beneath. The girl in the distance becomes a dryad, hair intermingled with the leafy tree branches.

• A dried orange peel, glowing likea fire within the circled stones of a firepit.

• The dried remanants of Queen Anne's Lace, shining like a tiara in against the backdrop of the dried up growth. 

• The complex directional games of the wild cactus plant, each oval placed in a slightly different angle, so it feels like a labrynth, or a complex computer diagram of intersecting vectors.

• The bright green refection of the girl's shirt floating surrealy on the green-tinted water of the spring pool.