enthusing
We share a table at the atrium and for an hour write quietly in our notebooks. At one point, a man wanders in and tells everyone he's just bought a house. Then he dances, his arms out-stretched. I look at her, she looks at me, each of us thinking, "Is he going in our story?"
insensible
The advice she gives me assumes good faith in everyone. That if you tell someone you're hurt, they'll hear you out sincerely, instead of enjoying your discomfort or attacking you for troubling them.
metallurgy
The pond is gold and olive green in the early evening. The trees that border it are a tarnished silver. We sit on a bench, the backs of our hands touching.
pharmacologic
He's tried to hide it from me, but I can see on-screen that he isn't feeling well, and I get uneasy.
piquant
Short-rib tacos paired with a frozen non-dairy mango-flavored dessert.
prior
People dip their toe in the past, in a room with limestone walls and rippling columns.
reveries
If everyone else left, it would just be me in a dusky room where unicorns prance on the high stone walls.
It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.
- Richard Wilbur, "The Writer"
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Sunday, July 31, 2016
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Israel Trip Highlights (Part 2 of 7): Art
Metal work and other art in Old Akko
In the city of Akko (Acre in English), one place we stopped by was David Miro:

It's a family business (they moved to Israel from Iraq in the early 1950s). The son, who plans to lead the business one day as the next generation metal-worker, artist and craftsman, demonstrated how to make a simple copper bracelet. He then gave it to a woman in the audience.

There's much more to see at the store. (I wound up not buying anything, but I admired a lot of what I saw.)



In the city of Akko (Acre in English), one place we stopped by was David Miro:

It's a family business (they moved to Israel from Iraq in the early 1950s). The son, who plans to lead the business one day as the next generation metal-worker, artist and craftsman, demonstrated how to make a simple copper bracelet. He then gave it to a woman in the audience.

There's much more to see at the store. (I wound up not buying anything, but I admired a lot of what I saw.)



Labels:
art,
candles,
Israel,
metal,
photography,
photos (mine),
sculpture
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