Ein Qiniya Field Notes VII

Getting out in the open fields of Ein Qiniya, a small village on the outskirts of Ramallah, has lately become a near-weekly ritual for me which if skipped leaves a palpable gap in my life. More than ever I feel the need for roaming the open fields and letting myself drift with nature. The urban life of Ramallah can be suffocating and the sights and sounds of cars, people, and ever-replicating white-stone buildings become overwhelming at some point that an escape is mandatory for maintaining sanity. When I walk in these fields with my camera on my side I let myself wander freely. Like a shepard following his grazing flock I follow the magical evening light. I keep chasing after it, behind the hills and the trees, hidden around a cliff, lighting the back of grass fields, the light tickles the soul and warms the heart. Sometimes it’s just the right therapy for the compound ailment of occupation-urbanization; I highly recommended it if you feel the symptoms.

Every time I walk in the fields of Palestine I am reminded of how beautiful and diverse this land is- it truly is phenomenal. The key is not pristine nature through conservation, but a perfected synergy between humans and nature that has taken thousands of years to reach.


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  1. Raed. Such a delightful surprise. You have so magnificently captured these natural scenes. I should like to use them for my daily meditation. Even though I do not know these sights, they draw me in. I happen to feel a need for cleansing myself. So great of you to share these with us. Thanks so deeply.

  2. Raed: The stones are a study in themselves. In one shot half a goat is seen behind a pile of stones. How could an animal look so rooted in a landscape? Well, it seems that this fella, and his forebears for many generations, have absorbed so much of the dust of the place that our Baba here looks like he has grown right out of the pile. And there is no going back, is there. Some of the rocks look like the were forged by ancient rivers. Others look like Swiss cheese. Still others are used for fill, casually laid in over generations to even out the pathways, by people who only wanted to be part of these wonders. I could go on, but I stop for now. I’ve been studying Spanish so my brain won’t turn into a prune. Missing you. Anna has a new puppy, a mixed with the color of a golden lab, reminds us of our old dog. Bob is staying with that Christian group who came to his support when Karen was slipping away. David and Danny are moving to this area. Judy is the favorite G’ma of at least three kids. I’ve purchased a tomato plant that is a perennial, grows to about 8′ tall, and will arrive about June 10. Got to go now. Take good care, Mike

    • Mike and Judy, thanks a lot for your comments your kind words mean a lot to me and it makes me happy that these images inspire.
      Mike, you’ve taken photo-critique to the next level my friend, I didn’t know about this hidden talent, yet another one! Did you name your plant “Thor”?? 🙂

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