Walking With An Ayin Tova: A Photo Blog

On Sunday mornings, I take a 10-minute walk to my Hebrew tutor for our weekly "rak Ivrit" conversation. Today, the weather was especially gorgeous. Blue skies. No humidity. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just a pleasure.

As I was walking, I thought of how, before we lived in Israel, I used to rent Israeli movies, in part for the thrill of seeing ordinary things in Israel - road signs, bus stops, painted curbs, etc. Although we've been here more than a year and a half already, I never want to take for granted what is, to me, simultaneously uniquely Israeli and also a part of my daily life.

I've taken to tossing bread onto our back mirpeset (porch) to attract birds.

The birds that come aren't particularly lovely, but they do come to feast on our leftover bread. Every time I tried to get close to photograph them, they flew away, so this one is at a distance.

The city takes such good care of our public spaces, small flowers grow near the trees.

In warmer weather, the centipedes start coming out from the dusty hills.

 

The modest Ashkenazi synagogue across the street.

And the even more modest Sephardi synagogue right beside it.

No more waiting for trash pickup day and no wheeling trash cans out to the curb. Here, we bring our trash to the dumpsters on the street as often as we like.

Our convenient recycling station: the drum-like container is for paper, the grey box is for old clothes which get recycled as rags for our soldiers and the green cage is for plastic bottles.

Waiting for public buses is incredibly common here.

As are the local buses that appear on our street about 65 times a day.

Important signs in Israel are often written in Hebrew, English and Arabic.

A common and still breathtaking view of the desert.

These become omnipresent before Yom HaAtzmaut, but it's always nice to see Israeli flags blowing in an Israeli breeze.

More spring flowers in a public garden.

Getting one of these red and white, quintessentially Israeli stickers on my own car was a big goal of mine, recently accomplished. They warn drivers to guard their distance.

A view of the backs of dozens of homes on my street. This is the view that can be seen from the highway below.

In Israel, traffic circles (kikarim) often replace traffic lights and are sometimes decorated with a theme. This one is particularly well landscaped.

A pre-craigslist way of making announcements: Notices taped to electrical boxes.

Municipal sign in a park reminding people to keep things nice for one another.

A typical neighborhood playground. The whole neighborhood is dotted with them.

In one set of apartments nearby, it's about 20 steps from the street to the entrance of the building, a consequence of living in a hilly area.

Chances are excellent that the people who own this kind of van have a large family and live over the Green Line. I think of these, with love, as "settler vans". Every one is old and beat-up. I've never seen a new one.

More friendly municipal instructions about how to treat a common area.

Yellow flowers bloom in the walls.

One of the benefits of living high up is this view that never, never gets old.

All that in a 10-minute walk with an ayin tova - an appreciative eye, aware that the ordinary can also be beautiful.