Shell-day

My regular walk to the Nemaal. Only that at 07:00 a.m. it was just 13 degr. C. Something I absolutely couldn't feel. Didn't seem like such low temperature at all. Over the bridge the 3 cranes, building those so-called "luxury" flat buildings, were working full-speed and when I looked up at the crane directly above me, high in the sky, I imagined myself bungee-jumping from it... [photo 1].

Lapwings are coming back to the Yarkon river. I saw 2 of them, flirting together...

Three more fruits had fallen off Fairytaletree. Plus there was one fruit that had wrinkled up as though it had been wet and shrunk. A bit further down the route the white Roses in a bush on Pinkas were sunbathing so very daintily it seemed those aristocratic looking beauties were simply begging to play photomodel :D I granted one her request [photo 2].

The beach, the Nemaal and the sea were gorgeous. As usual :-) [photo 3].

On the way back towards the moniot sherut I took some photos of shells. There is a place near the Marina where the sea brings brings them in to rest in the sand and sun and it's full of shells. That's the rest of the photos (I lost count of how many I took. One of them is of the line of shells with my shoes at the end, hahahahaha.... those pretty Chinese shoes I just bought yesterday and who succeeded "the test" -of walking a stiff walk and stay comfortable. I didn't want to get them ruined by seawater the very first day I was wearing them).