- the trail of cigarette butts snaking behind the bus-stop. How did they get into that narrow space, and into that looping motion? And how many cigarrets are smoked daily in the endless waits for buses?
- As always, the hanging Jerusalem laundry. The blue and taaracotta colored faded towels hanging over the balcony, in perfect counterpoint to the faded blue-grey sky; the lone bright red shirt hanging of the edge of the building, echoing the candy colors of the billboards announcing the Hanukka celabrations.
- The studio window is broken up by the dark cool green of the succulant plant. Behind, bright autum leaves on fire. And further behind, an answering silver-green of teh olive tree.
- in the sun, the scattered yellowing leaves of the tree create a complex tesselation running from green to yellow gold.
- The marbled pattern of the leave, faded magenta circles and lines overlapping the green. It must be some sort of parasite, but sometimes disease is beautiful.
And an extra one, for the first night of Chanukka:
- A blind man, walking with cane in one hand, a huge garbage bag in eth other. He is smiling, and singing, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world."
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