Reminiscing of the memorable blues (Sinatra, Paul Newman, that girl from the Bronx . . . ), the morning of chasing tiny blue butterflies in the land surrounding Neve Ativ wasn’t delivering good blue butterfly images. I was in the northeastern tip of Israel, on the foothills leading to Mt. Hermon, in the fabled, and very green Golan. Syria was about 4 miles away, with its ISIL, Hezbollah, Russian, Iranian Republican Guard, Assad-loyal gangsters. No sign of war here, what with the hidden, but very formidable presence of Israel forces. There was also that small military plane, flying back and forth over nearby valleys, searching for possible border breeches.
I fly there again on March 28th, to spend my first Passover in the HolyLand, ever. My hosts? Well, my own daughter Rachel and her family, especially Hillel and Boaz. No hotels for me, family will not hear of it. I love sitting with the men, 100% of whom have served, most having seen battle, some like Moshe and Misha, in multiple wars. Some who have gone on missions never reported, never discussed, all to defend and protect. Americans mostly don’t know what that is like, and for that we are Blessed.
As can happen, after more than 2 hours afield, this macho! male flew in, and choose a yellow bloom, and began to nectar. Bluer than blue, me whispering, ‘Don’t leave, stay put.’ He did, and know that none of my shares are re-worked, all are as they were real-time. Frank, Paul, that girl from the Bronx . . . don’t know why, but these tiny blues evoke memories of eyes, extraordinary eyes. Polymattus icarus in a meadow just northeast of Neve Ativ.
Shall I look for you on my El Al flight?
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Wow – gorgeous!
Very happy for you, Jeff, that you will be spending Passover in the Holy Land. May you experience many blessings on your journey – butterflies and more.
The butterfly’s life is so brief, yet intensely beautiful. It gives us a glimpse of the deeper and more lasting riches offered to us…
Reminds of when I was a kid and living in Guyana, SA. We had a swimming hole in Creek back in the jungle. When we went swimming we would take bananas and plaintain and cut the up. When we got finished swimming wecoulnd wait to catch the butterflies. The nectar made them a little woozy and easy to catch except for one, a beautiful florescent blue that sparkled all through the jungle. We never caught one. You see them in photos etc. You probably know the name. Anyway this beauty you captured remined me of that experience. Wonderful photo Jeff!
I like this Jeff… it’s very poignant.
what a lovely story. thanks for sharing.
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