A peek into life in small-town, rural Lebanon. A quiet Sunday morning on the streets of Hasroun.
Tending the land with available tools. Irrigation trenches and make-shift tomato supports, not so much to stake but to simply keep plants from resting on the surface of the ground.
Farewell to our guest house and gorgeous breakfast memories.
Red-roofed Hasroun as seen from beyond town.
The ancient little chapel; frequented by generations…
Jimmy, Madeleine, Ted and the Yellow Car.
I wish I had a caption: leave one in the comments if you’re struck with something fitting.
Political leaders marry Catharine Zeta Jones look-alikes (see sign in upper corner).
Colors grow.
Weathered spaces and places. Lives lived and tended. For centuries.
And we pass through in the blink of an eye…
More posts from Hasroun, Lebanon and surrounds:
- Wildflowers, Cherries, and a Sunset: Visiting the Qadisha Valley
- Homemade Preserves: Savoring Breakfast in Hasroun, Lebanon
7 Comments
Love that chapel!
You can’t see it in the picture, but the chapel was built in an irregular shape, and the aisle took a crooked jog and veered off on on a different angle half way down the rows of pews. So imperfect and so perfect all at once.
Fabulous photos continue! Thanks for sharing with us! I’m saving some to paint. – Toni in Tualatin
Oh my word, how awesome! It would be lovely to see some of your paintings. : )
After so many of your posting, I find myself so touched and moved.
Love to you both,
Jane00xx
Jane! So sweet of you to say. Thank you for sharing that. It’s hard sometimes to think about the how quickly we pass through places…we catch glimpses, of course, but how can we possibly begin to understand all of the layers of meaning and history and the hearts of the people who live (t)here? Really makes me think…
Hugs,
Bethany
I enjoy the touch of panache you have with words. Lovely, sis, just lovely and thoughtful. Praying you find lots of small moments of respite– like in the chapel here–as you need them along your way. Love and hugs–mom.