Photos from the 2010 Season

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Tour of the site of Kirbet Cana, from left: James R. Strange, Abuna, Randy O’Neill, Liz Reichwald.  The Director of that excavation, Dr. Tom McColloug of Centre College, gave the tour.

 

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Keri Chrzan excavating with a “patish” (the word really means hammer, but we use it for the hand pick)

 

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Randy O’Neill taking excavation notes (the paved decumanus is in the background)

 

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Alan Hix taking excavation notes

 

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Sarah Tyler (taking the picture?) testing James R. Strange’s ability to read pottery with his eyes closed (how will she know if he’s wrong?)

 

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Annette Seymour digging alongside a column drum (she’s kneeling on it)

 

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Virginia Skeeter excavating delicately

 

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Mary Beth Moran excavating

 

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Sarah Tyler digging and Aaron Carr taking notes; hard to tell who’s happier.

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The Whole Crew (including Atef Hamed) in front of the “wall of stamps” in the hotel dining room

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Pottery reading on the roof of the hotel

 

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Blaine Patton sweeping with a paint brush for final photos

 

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Joanna Strange sweeping

 

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Final photography from the ladder

 

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View from the ladder: cleaning squares 89 and 47 for final photography: Aaron Carr on the ladder (trying to be invisible), Randy O’Neill and Joanna Strange sweeping

 

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Another view from the ladder: the intersection of “Main St.” and “Broadway” (cardo maximus and decumanus) in downtown Sepphoris

 

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Randy O’Neill, Aaron Carr, Joanna Strange, and Alan Hix on the “Joshua cloth”

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