It was late in the afternoon when our bus disgorged twelve weary travelers at the Olive Tree Hotel after a journey that had taken us from rolling green hills in the north to desert terrain in the south.
This was my first glimpse of Old Jerusalem from the bus. I never fail to be moved by this view - so much history has gone on here!
Believe it or not, soon after I took that shot the rain came down again.
This was the only remnant we saw of Jerusalem's light snowfall by the time we arrived. Selfishly, I guess, I had looked forward to photographing beautiful Jerusalem with a light dusting of white snow.
That's the romantic view of snow held by those of us who live in places where we never have to experience it's inconveniences ;-)
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