A larger selection of my photos of Budapest.
Sunday had the opportunity to be at the Shrine of the Bab for over an hour near sunset.
This has been one of the coolest weeks here in Haifa since last May.
And Sunday evening was one of the most perfect evenings so far…warm but not hot, balmy actually, but with a slight breeze. There was very little noise from the streets below, and only a little bit of jackals calling; the intoxicating scent of jasmine and frangipani blossoms wafted through the colonnades.
These photos were taken on the western side of the Shrine, and tho they do not have the same quality as a day time photo, they show different aspects of the beauty of the architecture.
The Greatest Name symbol in the southwest corner of the colonnades.
Then walked up the Terraces through the dusk filled gardens to the sounds of chirping cicadas.
Tuesday, August 16th 1977
Hostel Acosta, Iquitos, Peru, S.A.
I have been here for four days. I am in another world. I feel like no one else lives in the world. We are so far away, so isolated. I’ve never felt like this before when visiting a foreign country. The jungle is immense, colossal, and stretches away forever. The rivers wind muddily through the never ending, even, dark carpet of tree tops. The glitter and gaudiness of America are gone; also the efficient, the slick and shiny perfectness of quick effort-saving devices. My world is now among the safe, secluded cement mazes of an ancient Peruvian city, sprouted upon a cliff in a bend of one of the most mighty rivers in the world, the Amazon. I am closed in on patch-worked cement streets, on holey, broken, pitted-out excuses for sidewalks, by the checkered bright pink, green and blue, and brick coloured fronts of continued house-fronts…one after the other; interspersed with tiny shops with windows and doors wide open, children and dogs on the steps, iron grill fencing off door stoops and car ports, and patches of green. People hang out their window sills and sit on chairs tending their stores with their eyes on the street, watching their world go by them. Their faces are carmel-coloured, smooth skinned, wide, open, sparkle-eyed and friendly…curious, of my white skin and “American” features, and “fashionable” clothes.
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It must have been our second evening here in Iquitos that Dad took us for the first time to the Plaza at 6 o’clock to see the birds. It happens every evening on the hour, just as the church clock strikes. At about ten minutes to the hour the sky above the Plaza begins to fill with thousands of whirling birds. They fly in from the jungle in huge swarms, hundreds in number. As they gather, they fly in formations as fluid as fusing gasses, or oil paint on water. It is one of the most beautiful sights in Iquitos. Then as if on silent cue, they all swoop in descent to rest in the trees of the Plaza – jostling each other, ruffling their wings, bedding down for the night as darkness swiftly engulfs them.
It’s been a long while since my last post here because I’ve been entertaining visitors at my place in Haifa since 24 January when my brother-in-law arrived from southern California. Then on 1 February my father arrived from northern California – their visits overlapped a tiny bit, and I’ve been going non-stop ever since!
Spent one day up in Nahariyyah with Payam and some friends walking the beach, the piers and the town, enjoying schnitzel at the Penguin Restaurant. The weather was blowy but nice and we stood on the pier looking towards the north, and to the south back to Mt. Carmel above the city of Haifa. The distances are so small here when compared with driving in California.
Walked around with my brother-in-law while he took photos with his super fancy camera….
Walking the gardens at Bahjí at sunset when the lights were turned on.
On a walking tour with my father in the area of Haifa downtown named the Hadar….lots of interesting shops and restaurants. Note an international landmark behind him…..
My Dad will be here in Israel for a few more days…….more blogs to come.
We headed out on the highway east to Nazareth this morning with patches of sunniness and cloud. Through the forest along the ridge of Mt. Carmel with vistas stretching out on either side for miles west down to the Beit Netofa Valley and north to Akka. Then climbed the hills up to Nazareth….
Selling olive oil made from their trees in the background.
It’s been too many years since I’ve been to Nazareth….no years here in print…just that I was only 17, so I don’t remember what to expect. But it’s grown….and the traffic is incredible and the roads tinier even than what I recall.
We are here and so is everyone else! The streets are clogged with cars.
So we drive right in there and it’s a TWO WAY road!!! AND we find a parking place….miracle beyond miracles!
Now we set off walking through the tiny “streets” sized more like sidewalks……
Inside a lovely gift shop…….read: danger zone!
Antique silver pieces repaired for wearing.
Exquisite pieces of coin silver jewelry.
Fabric embroidered by local women in geometric patterns…predominantly in reds.
One of my favourite photos from today – a quiet little street with cyprus trees.
Close up view of old and new copper and brass-ware.
Wonderful coffee where we tried it out first!!
Cool historical photo found in the Al-Mutran. It doesn’t look like this any more……
To be continued…..