They are sources and mouths, a cut above the usual; they are banks and valleys. Old rivers that wind and flow towards the sea are captive within their courses.
Once I lived on a mountain. It is an ancient mountain, a historic mountain, a significant mountain. Held to be sacred, still it is not spared modern development. Cities and towns grow all along its length.
Veils of Haifa, 1999 (canvas)
Parched for water half the year, yet it is green in spots and undeveloped still -- in spots.