Listening to the heart of the old city
I can almost feel the presence of the ancient architect
Imagining how one day life will go through his stones
Making the foundation for generations to come
I raise my head to the sky
Inviting the cold night air shiver my soul
It is now that I feel the power of time
Shaping my tradition into stones
Can you hear me old architect?
Can you see me looking up at you?
Keep your brilliant work designing the veins
Our blood runs through for the longest time
Part 2 - Night Crack
Between the walls of the old city, Jerusalem.
If you look closely on the left, you can see the the temporary shelter - The sukkah, on the balcony, where the jews traditionally spend the Sukkot holiday.
You can read more about Sukkot here: [link]
The shot was taken with a tripod and the sigma 10-20mm