calaniot

such a bliss to be surrounded by these flowers!
p.s today i found the xmas present for little miss H that i forgot

sarajevo+a tiny bit of istanbul

sarajevo in sepia. i enjoyed getting lost on the streets.

very cute, but problematic, theater...

met this man on a muslim cemetery, he felt like sharing war stories..

i always return with many pictures of windows. and buildings. (used to be so bored by those pic's as a kid)

smoking the nargila and watching football in istanbul. it was fun!

13.49

laughing mirrors in one of the dressing rooms of a theater

i was laughing until i cried...

standing above the heater with my balloon dress, i look pregnant...

i got lovely bday gifts from miss pink

her old*happy* shirt

favorites

i can't seem to have enough of these flowers

nice sms of the week

i made another recycled wallet, present for a friend.

i had three fountains on my head

indeed the proud owner of my bernette

a free friday

*i might continue this development, to turn this blog into a photo blog rather than anything else*i had a gorgeous free day@home, finally: cleaning, many rounds to the compost, phonecalls, music, jasmine tea, earthquake :)*i peeled a red pomelo that has been laying around here for two months! the peel turned from green to yellow, and i tried to use it as a hat*and now, i defrosted about six 'lussekatter' and devoured them with butter*

*frkn L & fru A, you are not forgotten, tried phoning both of you today*i hope you feel well*

and, breakfast of love

*miss pink taught me this lovely combo*

5.3 on the richter scale

*nature is generous (has been the theme of this week)*today, i experienced an earthquake, wow!! it was interesting* yuko got herself a mutated banana*the grass is full of these red 'calaniot' flowers*i went with some friends to see the il version of 'born 2 dance'*these kosher apple strings are my substitute for losgodis*still, browneyed girl*

macromorning

*everything in close up*morning drinks*messy hair*dry lips*goodmorningpassionfruit*

hill of spring

*God never close(s) one window without opening another*

a few days later

*bday breakfast: pancakes, mint tea and (expensive!) wine* bernette, my new playgirl (already fixed a few broken pants, bags etc)*bday dinner:homemade pizza*and for yuko, i made a candycucumber (ps.candy import from sweden)

bday

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listenening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of ... flowers




check out this one, my favorite by bjork

happybday!

green mood

*i am in a green mood (u can't c the green skirt though)

holy snow

*the snow took everyone by surprise, it became more or less like a national holiday, everything was shut, along the highway people just parked the car to climb onto the mountains and hills to feel the snow. and plenty of people built snowmans on the hood of the car.* how about the snowman with a spear as arms and the waterpipe next to him? cruel...somehow...* and then, cactus and olive trees in snow*

it ain't over until it is over

*yes, that is my leg, after a week of 'aide memoire'. im happy we are done with those walls for now, finally i might get rid of the beat up housewife look. * it is freezing cold here. j-lem and the north is covered in snow. even here we had some.* im thinking alot about my ecological footprint these days. sometimes it makes me very sad. this is the backyard of an apartment in t.aviv. also used as dumpster. just a tiny drop in the ocean.*

where i lay my hat

i became a bus creature. my body knows very well how to fit in between two seats in creative ways.
and then, arriving to the theater, trying to perform with the same body. our costume lady fell asleep under the newspaper, only a few dreadlocks are revealing her.
for the rest, this week was alot about touch.

and how touch is always so variated.