Last night was the last night of Hanukkah, so I walked around my neighbourhood and Gittit street taking a few photos. The hanukkiah box above was holding so many that it’s difficult to count them.
Garage with a couple hanukkiah boxes on a plastic table, surrounded by junk. Definitely not your average setting.
Elaborate hanukkiah in a garden. The family had just lit, so I asked permission to come into the garden to photograph it. The husband said that family legend (not verified, he stressed) says it was left with non-Jewish neighbours in Germany by his grandparents. They perished in the Holocaust and his father was able to reclaim it.
Kitchen window. It’s a widespread custom for each member of a family to light, so sometimes you see balconies and windows filled with candles or oil lights.
Tea-light hanukkiah in a stone niche:
Street hanukkiah and kitchen hanukkiah:
Moon setting over Jerusalem. I had a tripod with me. Taken from the security road just beyond Katros street, so there wasn’t too much interference from city lights. 250mm lens, slightly cropped.
