The inner landscape
What an intriguing concept.
I have to stop and think about it for awhile. The more I do so the more it seems like a key that can help me open the door to a rich reservoir of images, memories and sights.
My inner landscape, at times I feel like this old building dwarfed by the new, yet standing its own ground.
I saw it one day in a middle of a busy street in the center of Tel-Aviv and had to stop and take a picture. There is so much beauty in its architectural lines; reminders of times when the athletic conventions were different, less glass and less external luster. I wonder about the shutters, closed they make the house appear as if it is sleeping all curled into itself.
Inner landscape, the sentence keeps whirling inside my head.
As I look at the views they tug at inside cords. The external landscapes evoke an intense resonance inside me and revive images long forgotten.
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