Showing posts with label Jerusalem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jerusalem. Show all posts

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Photos for Briggs

Briggs wanted pictures. Here's the best 15 of the lot I took in Jerusalem. You can click for somewhat larger versions, but only one is over 200k in size. They should pop up quickly. This is a view of the Old City taken from the Mount of Olives.

These are the city walls, again from the Mount of Olives.

This is a Russian Orthodox Church. I forget it's name, again taken from the Mount of Olives.

This is a view of the West Jerusalem taken from Yad Vashem, the Holocaust museum.

This is Craig, with West Jerusalem in the background, again taken at Yad Vashem.

This is a windmill in Jerusalem. It was not built by Don Quixote, but from the story the tour guide told, it might as well have been. Sadly, the details are fuzzy in my memory. I don't know that I trusted our tour guide to begin with.

This is the Abbey of the Dormition.

The Dome of the Rock and one of the minarets of Al-Aqsa Mosque, taken near the entrance to the Wailing Wall.

Al-Aqsa Mosque, taken near the entrance to the Wailing wall.

This is a close-up of the Dome. You can click onto it to get the full resolution. I didn't scale it down—so if you click on it, you'll get over a meg of data. But you can really see a lot of the detail.

The domes of Al-Aqsa Mosque, taken at the Wailing Wall.

One of the many beautiful rooftops in the Old City. Craig does our porch with flowers in Seattle like this. It's rather permanently given me a soft spot for porches, terraces and rooftops of the sort.

This is opening of the Fatiha from the Quran. It's inscribed in the room in which Jesus was supposed to have had the Last Supper, from the period when the room was made into a mosque.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Cozy Bear at The Wailing Wall

So by the time that Craig and I got to the Wailing Wall today, I had to go to the bathroom. Welcome to multiple sclerosis. It's like I'm a pregnant woman. Anyway, when I get back, I look around for Craig. Lo and behold I spot him approaching the Wailing Wall in a yarmulke! See for yourself!

And Craig starts praying! Please bear in mind that my partner isn't Jewish!


When I asked him later, he said he wasnt praying. He was just "feeling." He had an intuitive instinct that he shouldn't pray, he should just be open to a feeling. Craig he felt love and warmth. It was overpowering.

Then the rabbi who had just fleeced him for 50 shekels came by to fleece him down for more...

Then the rabbi's buddy got into the scene...

By which time, Craig figured he'd had enough of the Wailing Wall!

And here are, of course, the obligatory pictures of the Dome of the Rock and the Holy Sepulchre

And last, but not least, here's one of a Palestinian guy selling pomegranates by the Jaffa Gate.