The Blue Hole, Dahab Egypt

The shimmering light in Israel reminded me of my reaction to the sparkling South African landscape.  "Blue Hole" was a memory of being in an Arab tent on the coast of Sinai.  It was an inaccessible place, irresistible to divers.  The tent in which one was served refreshment was made out of palm fronds, there were couches covered with beautiful textiles; the whole atmosphere was one of "clam, luxe and velopte" to quote Matisse. The sky glitters and the Gulf of Aquaba gleams as a shepherd stands on a hill surrounded by his sheep and a group of ragged children.