We were in northernmost Israel. When we happened upon this small village, we asked where we might find a nature trail that a family member had suggested to us. We were told to drive up the road, find an opening in the fence (formidable) and the enter the trail. Yep, there was the gate in the fence, unlocked. The trail was amazing. It was lined on both sides with March wildflower blooms. Butterflies were flying, and we had it all: the botany, the butterflies and the blue sky.
Rachel and I made slow progress as the trail descended down to the distant valley. I say slow because I stopped often to shoot rare Hermon irises in bloom, rare orchids, and so much more. I continued down to the valley, in the mid-ground of this image. Rachel found a nice rocky spot, and waited there, amidst the sylvan wilderness.
There was a moving stream at the valley floor. I didn’t dare cross the stream, because I was getting very, very close to leaving this no-man’s land, and stepping foot into Lebanon. This day was several years ago, and Hezbollah was there, in the background, but not very active along this border.
When I returned, up the trail to Rachel, these humongeous cows were on the trail. In an earlier post, I noted how we had to walk serpentine-like to move between the cows, because, the cows were simply not going to move an inch out of the way. Here’s an open admission: this Brooklyn-boy is no cow expert.
March 2015 marks 3 years since this brown buster watched us as we were tip-toeing past her. We also can look back at this moment and realize how much danger a new visit to this trail would offer. Why? The background is Lebanon, and currently Hezbollah is being heavily bankrolled by Iran to cause mischief along this border. I once resolved that if I was ever in a bank, and a robbery was announced, I would not get down on floor of the bank. Thankfully I have never had to fulfill on this promise, but I think that I’d be a Ransom of Red Chief-type if G-d forbid I was ever snatched by a terrorist clique.
The world has too many terrorists, and they are making it very difficult for those of us who photograph butterflies.