It looks like this blog is turning into a fortnightly affair rather than the weekly one that it’s been for the past six years. These things happen, you know, as concentration becomes diluted and diversions begin to appear and thoughts over what to do in the future wander in and out mind followed by plans to make such thoughts more tangible.
However, while all this is going on in my mind, I’ve still managed to get out and about and add to the conglomeration of images that continue to clutter up the computer as well as thinning out the surplus junk that has accumulated in the flat over the past 16 years, something that should have been done as it was being assembled over the years. I suppose that there’s nothing like planning a move to make one become a little more organized than the “normal” jumbled and cluttered self.
The weather has been springlike in Tel Aviv this past week, something that is almost sufficient to convince me that relocating from the Promised Land to that place called DUCK (that Disunited Kingdom) might not be as wise as it at first seemed. Almost — but not quite. Throwing out old clothes that haven’t been on a body for years was the easiest part of the clearing process — four large garbage bagfuls found their way into the charity box around the corner and nothing was missed at all. The only problem is that the closet still seems full so that it looks increasingly as if a second round will be necessary in the near future.
The next issue to be resolved concerns which books I should take with me. My problem is that I’ve always found it very difficult to part with books but the books are such a part of me so that even if I were never to open them again (which won’t happen), they are still me.
Most of the walks I’ve taken involve the streets of North Tel Aviv, the Yarqon Park and Tel Aviv Port, places that have appeared in this blog many times over the past six years but I’m still amazed each time I go by the variety of photographable things that I see. For instance, over the past few weeks, fire hydrants, for which I seem to have a fondness seem to have reappeared all of a sudden— and that doesn’t include the images of fire hydrants that well-meaning people send to me every now and then. So, it seems that this blog post will primarily be one of images. It sometimes works out that way!
And then there are the birds!
And anyway what are these weird things crawling along the ground in the park?
And are these fish or birds or something else?
… and then, of course, there are the people.
Two of these young women are being put through their paces by a third who seemed happy to do her bit for there others.
… and as you stand there taking images of people engrossed in physical activities, if you bother to look down, you’re likely to come across something almost as interesting.
And as were sitting quietly sipping coffee in the port, I watched this couple enter the café where we had bought our coffee and noticed the attire of the gentleman so I was at the ready when they exited. He looked about my age (i.e., not all that young) and my eyes were attracted to his outfit. He wore a tight-fitting blazer and even tighter-fitting black jeans; his head was adorned with a smart cap, had what looked like a late model mobile phone in his breast pocket, two pairs of spectacles, and earbuds in his ears, the New Balance trainers that he’s got on his feet. But what really drew my attention towards him were the fringes (tzitzit) — the poncho-like mini-prayer shawl that religious men wear throughout the day, often under their shirts, apparently due to God commanding the Jewish people to affix fringes to the corners of their clothing so that they would constantly remember Him and His commandments. Somehow, at first glance, there seemed to be an incongruity between the tzitzit and the rest of the snazzy paraphernalia that he was toting.
… and not all that far away I watched this gentleman nibble his way down his ice cream cone and enjoy it to the full.
And on a bright sunny day, who can resist a day of rest and recreation in the Yarqon Park, curls, hats, and everything else?
And occasionally you come across people whom plead with you to take their photograph. In this case, I went to take the photo with the camera in the phone but they insisted that I use the camera camera and they even taught me the Arabic word for the implement, which, unsurprisingly, is “camera”!
Meanwhile, walking down one of Tel Aviv’s main drags, Ibn Gvirol Street, one was reminded that Tel Aviv, never a particularly quiet city has become particularly noise-polluted as the light railway is under construction.
Amongst other things, trees and tree trunks fascinate me.
After all of this, I’m thoroughly exhausted and I think it’s time to slow down!.