Lag BaOmer in Pictures...

Over 100 people left the comfort of Caulfield, for a night of celebration in the forest of Rowville.

Lag BaOmer 2006, it wasn't Meron, but it got pretty close.

So many faces, so many people, could have been well over a hundred. I'm really not sure.

A group of Israeli backpackers came, and were singing their favorite songs from the Israel.

A fiddler was playing some kind of klezemer/irish/folk fusion, he was standing behind me, not wanting to get his violin to close to the fire.

The noise level raised a notch, Drums beating, shofar blowing, laughter blending smoothly with the music and song.

Everyone there had a sensation of being together, united by the warmth of the fire, and the holiness of the day.

I'm not sure when, but at some stage I passed out on my blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up it was 4:00am, and everyone except my good friend Eli G had disapeared. The forest was back to its quiet self. The fire was still glowing but dying down. It was time to go home.