Tithing the fruit and vegitables, I was struck by th eharmonic beauty of the colors: the soft yellow of the banana, orange peach of the squash, orange red of the tomato, against the brighter yellow of the lemons.
The blue jeans, grey shirts, and white undershirts lining the edge of the house that rounds the corner, echoing the grey skies and the blue street signs
The flower seller sittin under his brightly colored parasol, skin weathered, heavy pouches under his eyes, blowing clouds of smoke into the bright bouquests around him.
Under the heavy grey skies, the colorful laundry stands out even more dramatically than usual. The hanging floor rags look flourecent.
The star shaped fruit of the Eucyliptus tree.
The bright laundry. punctuating the depressing concrete of the old Shiikun building. The top window features mostly army fatigues.
The overcrowded windows featuring a bouquet of pink floral sheets beneath a fluttering banner of brightly colored pink and red shirts and pants.
The old woman with dyed black her and bright red lipstick sitting on a bench, smoking.
The cool early morning light, lighting the side of the couch a dull gold.
The shadow of the palm tree against the purple lighting of the Old City walls.
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