Water droplets on the leaves of the tree outside my window.   Now dry, Crispy in the sun. Continue reading Red leaves

It’s raining again and It is Saturday. Continue reading Rain

We were cycling home from Rosh Ha-Ayin, Where we stood amongst the ruins of Antipatris.   Oded’s pedal fell-off. Continue reading Cycling

  I am getting to understand Rothsay and Bute & peninsula & island and how, The dog – called Simba, predictably, … Continue reading Island

It was a roof somewhere in upper Aswan, I was trying to sleep With the heat and the mosquitos.   … Continue reading Brother