Shana Tova / Happy New Year 5779
"I gave you, for
your earlobes, for your fingers,
I gilded the time on your wrist,
I hung many shining things on you
so that you'd move in the wind
for me, chime softly over my head,
to soothe my sleep."
Words from Yehuda Amichai, "Love Gifts"
and a photograph from my series "Manhattan Mincha Map".