hate / love

It is amazing to me how thin the line between love and hate can be.

Sometimes so thin, that it eludes the eye, making the observer unsure of what he sees.

And mistakes are easily made when your line of sight is obscured.

safta

This one is for my safta.
I love you grandma! :)

two

"Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time"


Bob Dylan




   

all that you can't leave behind

Love is the most painful feeling.

  

balance

 

I've been trying to keep my balance for the past few week.

There is a certain diapason to life, which can catch me off guard and surprised at times.
Just when I think nothing can go any worse - it does.
When the bad times pass, I am washed with waves of true happiness.

Like a huge pendulum that hurdles me hither and thither,
Life shows me what it's all about - over and over again.

It's about keeping a balance between to good times and the bad.
It's about knowing that right after those rainy days,
Summer comes, and I can go to the beach.

i looked in the mirror today

I looked in the mirror today

My eyes just didn't seem so bright

I've lost a few more hairs

I think I'm going bald

I think I'm going bald

Seems like only yesterday

We would sit and talk of dreams all night

Dreams of youth

And simple truths

Now we're so involved

So involved with life

Walk down vanity fair

Memory lane everywhere

Wall Street shuffles there

Dressed in flowing hair

Once we loved the flowers

Now we ask the price of the land

Once we would take water

But now it must be wine

Now we've been

And now we've seen

What price peace of mind

Take a piece of my mind

My life is slipping away

I'm aging every day

But even when I'm grey

I'll still be grey my way

Rush, Ithink I'm going bald

stair way

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.