Before you read my words of wisdom here are a few different views of Israel

Israel is a tiny country, the size of New Jersey or Wales, but the variety to be found here is enormous. Take a look at my picture gallery to see what I mean.



Bauhaus in Tel Aviv

Bauhaus in Tel Aviv
This picture was taken in Florentin - just one of many buildings that resulted in Tel Aviv being declared a World Heritage site

A tree blasted by a missile fired from Lebanon

A tree blasted by a missile fired from Lebanon
Millions of trees have been planted in Israel. the once malaria filled swamplands and arid deserts have bloomed again like in Bible times thanks to the dedication of the Jews who returned to our homeland. And we will continue to plant, even when our enemies try to bring us down.

Through a telescope

Through a telescope
Cranes dance in the Agamon

A winter pond -

A winter pond -
Only after an especially rainy winter can we enjoy this lovely sight.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006



Celebrating Rosh Chodesh (New Moon) at the Western Wall; the Kotel.

A small part of the western retaining wall built by Herod over 2000 years ago as support for the platform upon which stood his rebuilt and glorious Second Temple. After the Romans destoyed this wonder of the world, for almost 2000 years this fragment of wall was all the Jews had access to, and that only when the occupying rulers of the Land of Israel let them near.

At any opportunity the Jews of the Galil, the Jews of the Shphela, the Jews of the Golan, would journey to Jerusalem. Jews of the Diaspora would also consider it their sacred duty to visit. "If I forget thee, Oh Jerusalem, Let my right hand lose its cunning." Sometimes they would get close, sometimes they wouldn't. No wonder they wailed!

Now we don't call it the wailing wall anymore. It's the Kotel - an Aramiac word that simply means "wall" - but what a wall! A symbol far greater than its greatest stone.


Haim Guri: To Danny and Friends
View towards Kibbutz Lamed Hey from Har Soccho...
Behold, our bodies are laid in a long, long line; we do not breathe, But the wind is now on the hills, the wind breathes, Morning breaks, and the shining dew sings. We shall return again, we shall meet, shall return as scarlet flowers. You will know us at once, our silent "mountain platoon" - Then we shall blossom, when the last shot has been silenced in the hills. The 35 - "Lamed Hey" - died trying to save others, January 16th 1948