Israel Photos II

Introduction antiquities Armenian Museum Belvoir Caesarea Philippi Caesarea Phil II camel Ein Gedi fig trees Gethsemane Golden Gate Golgotha Josephus Kidron Valley Mt. Hermon Mt. Olives Mt. Nazareth Nazareth Western Wall wildflowers Israel Photos IV Israel Photos III Israel Photos (1999) D. Hall Revelation Controversey Early Noah Story Was Mt. Sinai a Volcano? Jotham's Seaport First Century Ossuaries	View of the Russian Church of the Ascension on the Mt. of Olives; from the southern wall of the Old City of Jerusalem On February 15, 2002 I landed at Ben Gurion Airport in the late afternoon. As I exited the terminal I asked, "Sharoot?" That is to say, "Where is a passenger van?" with a very limited Hebrew vocabulary. I was then able to see the vans and drivers. I approached a group of drivers waiting to fill their vans with enough passengers to depart. The next word out of my mouth was, "Jerusalem." As the sun sank towards the horizon I worried about not getting my baggage to my room before Shabbat. Shabbat or the Sabbath began at sun down about 5:55 that day. There were puddles in the fields after months of more than average rainfall. I was let out last at the Jaffa Gate of the Old City and walked from the gate to a place where I had reservations. I was invited to a Shabbat supper in the guesthouse. I was soon with other English speaking foreign tourists and was glad to have arrived safely in Jerusalem. After 10 days touring Israel I returned home. The photos on these pages are from my 2002 journey with some from other journeys also.

Introduction
antiquities
Armenian Museum
Belvoir
Caesarea Philippi
Caesarea Phil II
camel
Ein Gedi
fig trees
Gethsemane
Golden Gate
Golgotha
Josephus
Kidron Valley
Mt. Hermon
Mt. Olives
Mt. Nazareth
Nazareth
Western Wall
wildflowers

View of the Russian Church of the Ascension on the Mt. of Olives; from the southern wall of the Old City of Jerusalem

On February 15, 2002 I landed at Ben Gurion Airport in the late afternoon. As I exited the terminal I asked, "Sharoot?" That is to say, "Where is a passenger van?" with a very limited Hebrew vocabulary. I was then able to see the vans and drivers. I approached a group of drivers waiting to fill their vans with enough passengers to depart. The next word out of my mouth was, "Jerusalem."

As the sun sank towards the horizon I worried about not getting my baggage to my room before Shabbat. Shabbat or the Sabbath began at sun down about 5:55 that day. There were puddles in the fields after months of more than average rainfall. I was let out last at the Jaffa Gate of the Old City and walked from the gate to a place where I had reservations. I was invited to a Shabbat supper in the guesthouse. I was soon with other English speaking foreign tourists and was glad to have arrived safely in Jerusalem. After 10 days touring Israel I returned home. The photos on these pages are from my 2002 journey with some from other journeys also.