The place of no images, no lifeless reproductions in photographs that try to take the place of real live people with warm skin to touch and words they can whisper into your ears.
Not to use a photographic image as a replacement for the real thing. To not hide behind a camera lens that separates you from actual eye to eye contact with the greatness of a blue sky, to see these pink colors too in a sky when you look to the East towards Jerusalem, this pink color as representative of the rights given to women in the Israeli Constitution for Jewish women to pray equally at the Kotel: The Wailing Wall, with the men.
This pink color in the East not coloring a pink to be a picture, but actually coloring your own brain and mind, and heart, a pink color instead of using a photo.
Having had a true experience directly with this Havdalah pink color in the skies of a sunset as it floated over a lake, a Great Lake, The Great Lake Michigan, that is a place for everyone to swim, and a place for all to see this sunset, this pinkish sky, to look to the East, the holy East, where we can bow to our ancestors and to do the worship of Yah, our G-D Who is a G-D for both men and women, and children.
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