Colours so strong and angular they reflected off the matte surface of Ka’ahumanu Avenue down there. Hues and combinations thereof more typically seen at dusk or sunset.
Your private response to my previous post on that red Sunday beach in Pa’ia made me say “Doh!” …because of course, it was a reason for me to continue here. :-)
So I’m sorry if it irritates you for me to post your brief reply in the open here, but I wanted to respond in turn, publicly:
“Well, Lloyd, I think that one should do what one wants… But I’ll miss you on Hi if you leave it, and I’ll miss all those interconnected posts…! I’ll miss my pen pal!”
How shortsighted of me to forget one of the amazing things I’ve found at Hi.co: the fellow strings with whom I’ve found resonance, in one fashion or another, through looking at their images and moments, considering their words, their blocks and rivers of serried texts. And luminous drawings.
So, this is also a “Dear Christine… David… Shu… Craig… Cassie… et al.” moment. I’m going nowhere. I like it here.
Christine—ironically, this is what I want to cross-post elsewhere. ::chuckle::
Forests always have stories...
Into the vast unknown...
Tendrils of plant and cloud herald the day.
Where I met sunrise this morning at Waiehu Beach I found this overnight mandala alone, totemic, intimating impermanence.
The moment she burst forth and the stunning, massive shadow she cast on the lower flanks of the volcano...
This one will require comment.
Before sunrise, Wailuku Heights. Catching the sharp, sensual curve of Haleakala Volcano.
At 6:07 this morning, sunrise. And news of an earthquake in Northern California, where I used to live.
It is not incongruous to find a papaya tree growing in the middle of this muralized wall...