• 27Jun
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    Dead Sea






    Gulf of Aqaba/Red Sea



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  • 26Jun



    Damascus Gate


    Alms


    School.. or prison?


    The ever-present UN


    Ramallah’s finest coffee


    Relaxing


    A Palestinian refugee camp and Israeli settlement near Ramallah–the settlement is above, camp below



    The late glorious leader


    We visited the refugee camp






    Yours truly in the Palestinian refugee camp








    Ready for war






    Stark contrast


    Ramallah


    The best schwarma place in Ramallah


    The Orthodox in Jerusalem



    There was a free outdoor concert right outside Jaffa Gate right by our hotel celebrating Jerusalem day. It was quite enjoyable. If you want the full size images, go here.




  • 26Jun
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    As we travel through Europe, we have felt the effects of the Euro 2008 football tournaments. When Turkey beat Croatia, hundreds of Turkish fans marched and drove around and around in the square in front of our hotel at 2:30 AM (it went into overtime, then a penalty shootout) blowing their horns, yelling at the top of their lungs, and waving Turkish flags.

    I was walking with our Amish and Mennonite tour group through Zurich and we stopped in front of the statue of Ulrich Zwingli. I went to a stand and was wanting to buy a cone. A lady came along and said, “I am from Turkey! I will pay your cone.” I thought she was Muslim and liked the fact that our ladies were modestly dressed, had head coverings, and that many of the men had beards. However, later I realized that I was wearing a red shirt (entirely coincidentally) and she thought I was supporting Turkey!

    That night we watched the game (Turkey vs. Germany, the semifinal) with a bunch of seminary students from the college we’re staying at. They were mostly cheering for Deutschland (being Swiss cousins) and our group was mostly cheering for Turkey (despite being of German descent). I certainly was cheering for Turkey, having just been to Turkey, having Turkish friends, and a free ice cream cone. I have German friends as well, so I was a bit torn, but the Turks being underdogs and the free ice cream clinched the deal.

    It was an incredible game! It was tied 1-1 most of the game. At around the 12 min. remaining mark, DE scored a goal making it 1-2. The Turks went berserk and made tons of long passes down the field and lots of aggressive shots. Finally a Turk beat a German on the baseline (or whatever they call it in soccer) and made a high angle shot on the goal. The goalie had his hands all lined up and the ball was only inches away from his hands when another Turk slid in, barely tapping it, diverting it only several inches and into the goal. The Amish and Mennonites watching set up a huge cheer and the Swiss groaned. Finally with about 30 seconds left in regulation, the Germans passed it across the middle near the goal, the Turkish goalie tried to make a play on the pass (and overplayed), and a German headbutted the ball in, winning 2-3.

  • 25Jun


    Old City Jerusalem




    Golden Gate



    Jerusalem panorama


    Golden Gate


    Dome of the Rock


    Orthodox Jews




  • 24Jun
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    When we got to Jerusalem, we were plopped into the middle of jubilant “Jerusalem Day” celebrations. Delicately put, it is a celebration of the “reunification” of Jerusalem. Less delicately, it is when Israel was attacked in the Six Day War and they not only defended themselves, but also took Jerusalem, the West Bank, etc.


    Dancing and singing Jews





    A series of pictures in which a Muslim lady starts gamely dancing with the Jews and tries to grab an Israeli flag to wave; she is less than welcomed.


    The incredible mass of people that crowd the Temple Mount and Western Wall area for JD celebrations






    Mosque of Omar


    Wrapped in the flag





  • 23Jun
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    The bus trip from Damascus to Amman, Jordan created many out the bus window shots, shown here. I (at the time of this writing) am eagerly awaiting the arrival of my Canon 100-400 f/4.5-5.6L IS which will make for far better shots than my Sigma 18-200 f/3.5-5.6 IS. By the time you read this, I will, Insha’Allah, be in happy possession of this Canon lens.


    The covered and uncovered walking arm in arm







    Leading the flock


    A dusty job





    A path in the desert



    Sheep shearing geometry

  • 22Jun
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    The old and grand juxtaposed with the very old and very grand


    Colorful car covers


    A plaque referencing the Abana and Pharpar rivers that used to majestically run through Damascus; now’s it’s a muddy, trash-filled stream. Naaman famously proclaimed that he would rather wash (to receive healing) in the clean rivers of Damascus rather than the Jordan. :-)


    The House of Ananias




    Paul/Saul being let down in a basket over the Damascus wall


    From what I saw of the ancient technology of the Syrian military, it seemed unsuited to anything other than guerrilla warfare


    Ditto


    White wedding cars


    White… car (these were right across the street from each other! I did not artificially juxtapose them.)


    Green dome


    Statue of ancient battle


    Our favorite leader smiling happily and expressing confidence in the Syrian people


    The streets of Damascus


    The ever-present two ladies in the hotel across the street from our hotel; they gave me heart attacks several times when it at first appeared that they realized that I was shooting them.


    Family


    Our supper


    White


    Sunset over Mosque, solar panels, and Sony sign


    Eating supper of rotisserie chicken on the roof of our hotel with the Umayyad mosque in the background


    Yum!

    Before we leave Syria, I would like to make a few comments. (Especially in light of my comments in an Iraq post.) I did not enjoy Northern Syria. The people were rude and pushy (to an extent not ever seen on our trip throughout the Middle East) and the land was neglected and trashy. One northern Syrian redeemed himself with typical Arabic hospitality: inviting us to his house for tea, though we had to decline because of getting to our bus on time. To be fair to the rest of Northern Syria, our experience was probably not typical–I have a good friend from Northern Syria who is absolutely charming. We simply passed through. Despite my negative impression (whether accurate or not) of northern Syria, I had an absolute blast in Damascus. That was one of the highlights of the trip.

  • 21Jun
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    This is the Hamidiye Souk, the biggest market in the Old City of Damascus; this picture is during the middle of the day when it’s not very busy


    Gazing wistfully


    Sand art


    Beautiful… things


    Inexplicably taking a torch to a Persian rug; can someone explain to me the logic here?


    Coffee!


    Fancy vegetables


    Hamidiye Souk


    Hamidiye Souk at night when crowded


    Hamidiye Souk at night


    The Umayyad Mosque end of the souk; the arches date from Roman times

  • 20Jun
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    This post is simply shots of people at the Umayyad Mosque. It was a people photographer’s paradise. The huge open courtyard gave a long zoom lens place to work, the magnificent architecture gave plausible deniability (it was hard to ascertain whether I was shooting people or architecture; Muslims, especially ladies, don’t like to be shot). I spent hours–probably at least four or five–here.


    An old lady hobbling across the courtyard of the Umayyad mosque


    A huge group of Iranian pilgrims sheltering beneath the arches


    Iranians


    A cute old couple



    A black flock of Iranians egressing


    Many Iranians, wailing loudly over Hussein’s death


    The sermon


    The preacher imam


    Kissing and touching the shrine of Hussein’s, John the Baptist’s (see correction in comments below) beheaded head


    Listening to the sermon


    A conference


    The incongruous juxtaposition of the ancient and the super-modern


    More green glass kissing–can’t be good hygiene


    I had lots of fun shooting the little kids running happily across the courtyard


    Retrieved by big sister, who kept shyly examining me when she thought I wasn’t looking


    Wrestling


    Fairy


    Two couples


    A ninja?



    One and three


    The shadows of the evening sun



  • 19Jun
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    The entrance to the Umayyad Mosque, which used to be a church


    The place for immodestly dressed women to put on provided overcoats


    The courtyard of the Umayyad Mosque




    Entryway of the mosque


    Golden bookshelves



    An inscription in Greek on the outside wall of the Mosque that reads, “Your kingdom, oh Christ, is an everlasting kingdom.” Alhamdulillah!


    The inside of the Umayyad Mosque


    A shrine containing Hussein’s (not Saddam) head. Hussein was the grandson of Muhammad and a Shi’ite hero and there were tons of Iranians there mourning the anniversary of his beheading. They were wailing and weeping loudly.


    Another view of the courtyard



    An HDR of the interior


    The outer wall


    A daylight view of the Umayyad Mosque; that’s not dirt on my lens, it’s birds.


    A night-time view of the mosque courtyard


    The Umayyad foyer at night



    This is one of my favorite night shots of the Umayyad


    The outer wall of Umayyad

  • 18Jun


    A unique vehicle


    Flocks…


    …and herds…


    …and nomads.


    Pink


    When we crossed into Syria, we encountered many, many, many (thousands of people) lunch picnics along the road; it’s an incredibly popular thing to do.


    A Syrian teacher who was teaching my companion Arabic






    This shot is especially dedicated to my Kansas buds


    The glorious leader’s photo is found everywhere. On the bus ride we passed a statue on a hill and I asked the two guys behind me who the statue was of. They thought for a bit and then said, “Like Bush, Rice.” I replied, “Basher Assad?” They brightened immediately (they had thought perhaps that I didn’t know who their president was) and nodded vigorously, pointing to the statue and saying, “Assad”. I asked them their opinion of Bush and Assad. Their English was highly limited, but they said, “Bush” and frowned ferociously and gave a big thumbs down. They said, “Assad” and grinned brightly and gave a thumbs up. Little English was needed. :-)


    The Umayyad Mosque in Damascus (from our hotel room)


    An old building (mosque?) right behind our hotel


    A couple taking a late night stroll


    Daylight or night scene? HDR. :-) (Shot from hotel roof)

  • 17Jun
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    A curious baker–who dropped his work and followed us down the street for a few minutes–posing


    A bronze worker


    Ditto


    Ditto



    Spice shop


    One of Urfa’s many birds


    Lonely


    Friends


    The souk. Notice the bright purple headgear on the lady. This is an Urfa fad followed by men and women, a most unusual thing for Muslim ladies and men to be wearing the same headgear!


    Our elder Arab


    The Turkish shopkeeper tried repeatedly and seemingly in vain to convey to my dear brother that this scarf was meant for ladies, not men. My dear brother persisted in being shown how it was worn because he wanted for his mom/sisters to be able to wear it properly. He tried to convey this to the shopkeeper to no avail, who remained amused at this silly American wearing ladies’ headgear.



    Am I seeing double?





    Bakery



    This is an example of the other kind of pose


    A church turned Mosque, a rather common thing







  • 16Jun
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    The arches of the mosque, citadel, rose garden area.

    Local legend has it that Abraham was born here in Urfa. This is not an improbable legend. Ur of the Chaldees is within 60 miles. Legend’s somewhat more improbable (to utilize sarcastic understatement) story is that the king of Urfa was angry with Abraham, so he prepared a large bonfire below the citadel. He launched Abraham from a catapult in the citadel on a trajectory toward the raging fire below. While Abraham was flying through the air, Allah changed the fire into water, the firewood into fish, and a rose garden appeared around the pool. Abraham fell harmlessly into the pool, Allah miraculously protecting his prophet. The pool, rose garden, and fish are there today to prove it.


    The Great Mosque of Urfa


    Birds on mosque


    Steps ascending to the citadel


    The Great Mosque


    The courtyard of the Great Mosque


    The Great Mosque in the setting sun


    How many minarets can you count out across the city?


    Dead man’s bones


    Graveyard


    Urfa from the Citadel steps


    The two towers


    Framed


    Urfa from the citadel


    Park area


    Urfa framed


    The backside of Urfa


    The entrance to the tunnel that led from the citadel to the city


    The tunnel




    Beautiful avenue in the Mosque/Citadel park area


    Rizvaniye Mosque


    Rizvaniye Mosque


  • 15Jun
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    Sipping tea


    Gatekeepers of the mosque


    Broom, tower


    A typical city street in Urfa


    A church in Turkey



    Turkish church



    Courtyard of church


    A door along the street


    The waiter at our traditional Turkish restaurant


    Eating


    A feast!


    Serving the strongest, most fragrant (as in incense fragrant) coffee I have ever tasted


    A Muslim with blond curls?

  • 14Jun
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    Every time I see this picture, it shpites (a PA Deutsch word that means “disappoints”) me that I did not keep my camera raised for a second longer. I could have captured the interesting dichotomy that has become so apparent in the Muslim world. A second after I took this picture, she threw her hood back, yanked her white thing down, threw open her robe, and revealed a tight top and jeans.


    A nice little stream running through the wilderness near the Turkey-Iraq border


    Armed vigilance


    Painted fields


    Beautiful dumpster, idyllic town


    Three minarets


    Pink pants and high heels


    Getting from point A to point B


    Maytag doesn’t profit


    Harvest time in southern Turkey



    An earneset discussion


    Father and son


    Colors


    Abandoned house


    More harvesting


    Working in the fields


    Leading the cows to drink


    The harvest is plenteous


    Sheep with a shepherd


    More sheep, shepherd


    Cross-denominational shepherd


    The fields of southern Turkey are absurdly rocky, these three large rock piles plopped in the middle of this nicely cleaned field being illustrative


    Out here in the hot, hot sun…


    I’m not quie sure what the thing behind the tractor is doing besides giving the guy a nice ride, but it looks like horses was the designed mode of locomotion for that thing.


    Reapers


    Haystack




    Family mini-van




    Double blue


    Typical housing arrangement for the nomadic sort


    Women were some of the chief field laborers in Southern Turkey


    …perhaps you’re dehyderated?



    The gorgeous hotel we stayed at in Urfa, Turkey


    Ditto.


    Ditto.


    Turkish food is amazing


    More good food

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