best feeling ever

I love you all.

For my friends -

Who know how to make me feel exactly the same.

don't ask why

Sometimes the most mundane words, as banal as they are,

are all that's needed to express a feeling.

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.

It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.

Wrinkles

They are the texture of life,

Keeping nothing plain, nothing smooth, nothing simple.

The ups and downs of every passing day,

of every period.

They make sure you'll get the respect you deserve,

or get ignored completely.

The intensity of life in the past year,

has most definitely added some new wrinkles,

to the written book of my life.

midday friday

For me - It's the best time of the week.

Yngwie

old-new

Sometimes all you need is a bit of color.

The ability to make a dark picture brighter,

Is the real gift.

play time

Time to let the dogs play,

The waves roar,

And the sand to stand still.

where did they go?

I thought I had them secured.

I held on so tightly, with all my might and strength.

I never let go, not for a second took my mind off them.

Daddy, where did my balloons go?

Daddy, why did they leave me?

Well son, there's nothing you can do.

Balloons are known to like the wind.

Will I ever see them again, Daddy?

You might son, you might.

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So many interpretations, one truth, my truth:

I am proud of myself.

in my city

Tel Aviv. 'Nuff Said.

walking the streets

There's much to see, if you only stop to look.

Not a common thing to do when you are "living the city life".

I find it a great joy to take a day off sometimes, walking the city just looking for things I wouldn't normally look at.

It's not that I don't want to any other time - It's just that the troubled mind insists always on putting everything aside while it needs to be in the spotlight.

Days like this, well - It's what makes it all worth it.

Patience

Is a virtue. Most of the time.

side walk

Out on the front porch,
watching the cars as they go by,
Eighteen blue, twenty one grey,
Looking ahead for the first time that we could drive,
Out on our own,
To speed away

From the sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.
Or

Story of the Year - Sidewalks.

beauty saloon is beautiful

I love to find a fresh perspective on an old matter, something I've done weeks or years ago. And I do mean 'find' literally - simply because I seldom manage to get a different angle on things when I'm surrounded, or occupied, by them - even if I try.

Usually it suddenly appears to me -

Giving me that indescribable feeling of growth:

This is me, now, different of what I was once was,

And I see things in a different way now. Always better.

sometimes it rains

And sometimes not...

It's nice to find out that even when it's grumpy and all-so-wet, a bit of roof-top can make me warm, even enough to take the camera out for a shot.

faithless (?)

I've got my own moral compass to steer by

A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky

And all the preaching voices -

Empty vessels of dreams so loud

As they move among the crowd

Fools and thieves are well disguised

In the temple and market place

I don't have faith in faith

I don't believe in belief

You can call me faithless

I still cling to hope And

I believe in love

And that's faith enough for me

And that's faith enough for me

Rush, Faithless

cloud 9

Or was it No. 8?

Wasn't counting...

a month off

Was a much needed vacation.

Got a new Job.

My way is twisting forewards.

bar keep

Summer,
Mid-Day,
Tel-aviv,

One of the best times for a beer.

slip sliding away

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things hed done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away

missing

An endless fire.

Remindful.

The best and worse feeling of them all.

"I miss you" – Therefore there is a “you” to miss. And there is a reason.

"I miss you" – Therefore you’re not here.