The Shadows of Masada

Our friend Howard just shook his head when he heard we were planning a trip to Masada. In August, during the daytime. "You have picked the worst possible time of year," he announced. "I wouldn't do it." Howard had a point. It was 100 degrees when we got there just after noon. The snack bar at the National Park was pulling in huge profit from water and ice cream sales. 

But how often do we get to Israel? So we got on the cable car, went up to the plateau on the top of the mountain and began hiking through the ruins. The sun was intense and bleached out all color and details in the photo viewfinder. 

So, I took pictures of the plentiful shadows.