Mountains and inspiration are as old as the hills (which of course are far older than mountains). In Hebrew there's a prayer: "esa einai el ha harim, meayin yavo esri." Meaning, I lift up my eyes to the mountains, from whence comes my help. Your photo reminds me of something I saw in the 1980s, before cell phones were ubiquitous. I was riding an early morning bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, and as we rounded a bend, ahead of me I could see Jerusalem, its sand-colored buildings made to glow pink by the dawn light, rising majestically above a layer of low-lying fog. Wish I had had a camera. Your photo is magnificent.
Mountains and inspiration are as old as the hills (which of course are far older than mountains). In Hebrew there's a prayer: "esa einai el ha harim, meayin yavo esri." Meaning, I lift up my eyes to the mountains, from whence comes my help. Your photo reminds me of something I saw in the 1980s, before cell phones were ubiquitous. I was riding an early morning bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, and as we rounded a bend, ahead of me I could see Jerusalem, its sand-colored buildings made to glow pink by the dawn light, rising majestically above a layer of low-lying fog. Wish I had had a camera. Your photo is magnificent.