I'm Not Dead Yet
At Shvil Hasalat on the Gaza Border, my Birthright trip visited a quaint farm where we picked carrots, taste-tested tomatoes, cucumbers and even edible flowers. Passing by, there was a patch of wilting sunflowers. I have always felt that one sunflower is beautiful on its own, but together, a collection of sunflowers make a statement. It was interesting that even on their death[bed of flowers], pun intended, a statement is still being made. There's almost a human-like quality here, especially to the sunflower facing the camera, and there is something to be said, even in death.