We have been traveling in Israel for a couple of weeks. It has been a humbling experience. It is incredible the amount of love we have received from family and friends, the beauty and deepness of the places we have visited, the intensity of the holly land and its peoples, the majestic sites, the hard contrasts, the constant reminders of how different our lives are from everything here.
I have enjoyed taking our little one around and I have taken lot's of pictures for Adieli's photo journal. I have also taken other much more intimate pictures of things that moved me. Here are a few of my favorite Jerusalem shots of the old city.
This city is no ordinary city. It vibrates dense and high rhythms.
It crawls into your skin, haunting your every step with a broad scheme of emotions.
It calls you to the spiritual while talking tales of war. Its extreme and irrational.
Makes you squeeze, cry, pray, and bargain what you have.
Subtle game of dark and light.
You have to be a character to live inside the old city.
My mother at THE WALL. A prayer.
View to east Jerusalem.
My family cruising the market.