Wild Anemone, Elad Forest, January 2013
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Monday, January 21, 2013
Wild Anemone, January 2013
Winter here in Israel means wildflowers, and one of the most prolific and best loved are the anemones, most often seen in a rich, vibrant shade of red.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Oleander
Bring some fresh spring color into your winter blahs - here in the Eastern Mediterranean the oleander is in full bloom! This one is blooming on a tree (bush?) in Cyprus - and on a variety of throw pillows, phone cases and prints as well ;).
So what reds are popping up in your world this week?
So what reds are popping up in your world this week?
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Over the Horizon
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Makes a fantastic phone case and throw pillow too ;).
Visit Skywatch Friday for more fantastic skies from around the world.
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
Simplicity is the Ultimate Sophistication
Click here to see this image in my Society6 shop.
Sea glass and shell collected on the beach in Caesaria, on Israel's Mediterranean coast.
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Monday, December 17, 2012
Where on earth...
... has Robin been?
We took the kids and headed off to the nearby island of Cyprus for a much needed Hannukah getaway! Just a 40 minute flight away (a wow in and of itself!) the weather was pretty much identical to that of Israel - some days were gorgeous, some days it stormed all day, and once up in the high mountains we even saw snow, to the utter amazement of my Israeli kids - much less so to their American-Israeli parents who had to drive the tiny, windy, rock-strewn slippery mountain roads in it... Driving adventures aside though it was a fantastic trip. We saw quaint villages, hiked up green mountains, saw modern cities, beautiful beaches, ancient ruins, Byzantine churches and goats galore, and so much more. Far more in fact than I'd dreamed was there, even in the off-season - we're already plotting our next trip.
This particular image, conveniently offering both a quaint window and a few red roof tiles lying on the stairs (a future renovation? a past one?) was taken in the wonderfully picturesque village of Omodos, in the Troodos Mountains. Famous for lace and the oddest carob-flavored breadsticks I've ever tasted. I've heard the views from the village are also lovely but with the weather that day we didn't see much of them. Next time...
In the meantime, visit my Facebook page and Society6 shop for more images from Cyprus (with more to come shortly).
View this image as a framed print in my Society6 shop
We took the kids and headed off to the nearby island of Cyprus for a much needed Hannukah getaway! Just a 40 minute flight away (a wow in and of itself!) the weather was pretty much identical to that of Israel - some days were gorgeous, some days it stormed all day, and once up in the high mountains we even saw snow, to the utter amazement of my Israeli kids - much less so to their American-Israeli parents who had to drive the tiny, windy, rock-strewn slippery mountain roads in it... Driving adventures aside though it was a fantastic trip. We saw quaint villages, hiked up green mountains, saw modern cities, beautiful beaches, ancient ruins, Byzantine churches and goats galore, and so much more. Far more in fact than I'd dreamed was there, even in the off-season - we're already plotting our next trip.
This particular image, conveniently offering both a quaint window and a few red roof tiles lying on the stairs (a future renovation? a past one?) was taken in the wonderfully picturesque village of Omodos, in the Troodos Mountains. Famous for lace and the oddest carob-flavored breadsticks I've ever tasted. I've heard the views from the village are also lovely but with the weather that day we didn't see much of them. Next time...
In the meantime, visit my Facebook page and Society6 shop for more images from Cyprus (with more to come shortly).
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
On a return to normalcy
There was a bit of a war here the other week. You might have heard something about it. What you didn't hear was anything about it on my blog. I was obsessively watching the news, checking Facebook, posting all sorts of links, articles and updates on my own Facebook page, and trying to actually get some work done with one ear half-cocked to listen for the sirens. Blogging pretty photos just didn't seem to fit into the picture.
The thing is, the war didn't exactly reach my city. Just a few miles outside of Tel Aviv, we were close enough to hear the boom of the Iron Dome anti-rocket batteries as their missiles did their job to stop the deadly Hamas rockets from getting through, but far enough away that the sirens didn't reach us. While hundreds of thousands of people in the south sat in bomb shelters, while my husband and son had to stand by the side of the road when the sirens went off in Tel Aviv (yes, they should have laid down, they didn't), life here in our little bubble went on. Kids had school, after-school activities were still on (don't mind the booms, kids, that's just the Iron Dome and it's far away, at least 8 or 10 miles from here...), I was still expected to produce respectable deliverables for my job, but at the same time it became all-consuming. The war hadn't come this close before, and it was a week of wondering if the next red alert notification on the radio would be for us. If the whine of the jet engines from the planes temporarily rerouted to the north (and straight over my house) was just that, or was it the first whine of a siren.
It's been nearly a week since it ended now, and the ceasefire appears to be holding, and life has returned to what passes for normal in this little corner of the world.
And it finally feels right to begin blogging again, adding my own little bit of normalcy back into the equation with this image of a still proudly standing Tel Aviv. Still here, still thriving, still full of life.
The thing is, the war didn't exactly reach my city. Just a few miles outside of Tel Aviv, we were close enough to hear the boom of the Iron Dome anti-rocket batteries as their missiles did their job to stop the deadly Hamas rockets from getting through, but far enough away that the sirens didn't reach us. While hundreds of thousands of people in the south sat in bomb shelters, while my husband and son had to stand by the side of the road when the sirens went off in Tel Aviv (yes, they should have laid down, they didn't), life here in our little bubble went on. Kids had school, after-school activities were still on (don't mind the booms, kids, that's just the Iron Dome and it's far away, at least 8 or 10 miles from here...), I was still expected to produce respectable deliverables for my job, but at the same time it became all-consuming. The war hadn't come this close before, and it was a week of wondering if the next red alert notification on the radio would be for us. If the whine of the jet engines from the planes temporarily rerouted to the north (and straight over my house) was just that, or was it the first whine of a siren.
It's been nearly a week since it ended now, and the ceasefire appears to be holding, and life has returned to what passes for normal in this little corner of the world.
And it finally feels right to begin blogging again, adding my own little bit of normalcy back into the equation with this image of a still proudly standing Tel Aviv. Still here, still thriving, still full of life.
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