Climate Control while Living on a Mountain

In the heat-filled days of what seemed like a never ending summer, the memory of cool and cold came to me as a solace.

Dreams of Winter, 1994 (acrylic on paper)

Yes, winter dreams, the antidote for hot, wet-blanket like,

Blue Mist, 1994 (acrylic on paper)

 humid days of the dry season. 

The River Way, 1994 (acrylic on paper)

It is one view from window in the mind's eye.

Ambiguity: Land and Sea, 1995 (acrylic on paper)

 Counteracting.

Arctic Light, 2002 (acrylic on paper)

 Relieving.

Cool Blue Skies, 2001 (acrylic on paper)

Stairs in Sunlight

Sunlight flickers on a stone staircase lined with old trees.

Wadi Nisnas (2005 paper)

Stairs in Sunlight (2007 paper)

Wadi in Haifa (2009 canvas)

I remember the ascent.

Once I lived on a Mountain - reprised

Once I lived on a mountain - cypress trees grew there, in abundance.

Cypress in Yellow, 1998 (acrylic on paper)

Veils of Haifa, 1998 (acrylic on paper)

Cypresses at Bahji, 2000 (acrylic on paper)

They still grow there on terraces and in circles. They surround the olive groves and interact with palm trees, always reaching upward.

Once I Lived on a Mountain -- reprised

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.

Living on a Mountain

Once I lived on a mountain. It always gave choices.

Paper Collage 2014 (6" x 4")

Do I go up or down? Everyday.

Cover Versions

There is a different feel about being published; different from finishing, showing and/or selling. A new book of poetry called "Walking on the Waves: Poems" by Jackie Mehrabi has on its cover a reproduction of a painting of mine called Cypresses in Yellow.

The original painting, finished in 1998, was an expression of the Baha'i Gardens in Haifa.

Other posts expressing other reflections on that mountain, on the heat of a summer's day are

Urban Trees I Have Known and Under the August Sun.

Under the August sun

Another set of stairs, without the slim comfort of shade, under a relentless sun, are also laborious to climb. Looking up, the lone tree at the top appears as a fragmented object.

Eyes, blinded by the light, see the tree and its branches shattered.

Urban Trees I Have Known

Sunlight flickers on a stone walkway lined with old trees. Walking up the staircase in the intense heat of the summer months in Haifa, a port city on Mt. Carmel, is oppressive. Even the shade of the tree-lined steps can't diminish the heat by much. 

Envisioning that intensity.