Featured Image: 2018 photo from Puakō Bay, Waimea, Hawaii.
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Sharing the treasure of good times spent with our kids.
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It’s my pleasure to share footage captured at the spot where the Ka’ahakini and Kolekole Streams flow together – at Kolekole Beach Park in Hilo, on Hawaii’s Big Island – from our trip in July, 2018. You can learn quite a bit more about this spectacular place by reading previous entries on this blog, which are just a click away, using the wayfinder below. To this growing record and enchanting video footage, I’ll add a few immortal words from William Shakespeare. “What is past is prologue.” Hawaii Big Island, July, 2018 . December 2018 desktop calendar: Slideshow featuring select photos…
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All of this started playing out 18 years ago today – thought I’d bump it back to the top of this blog to rekindle the memories… Escape from LA by Roger Darnell Wednesday, May 30, 2001: The Countdown Begins As I sat at my desk at the end of the business day (night) on Tuesday, I knew I really needed to get some sleep to be ready to start loading the truck bright and early the next morning; surveying my office, though — still largely intact — it finally also sunk-in to me that I needed to get it packed,…
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Featured Image: 2018 photo from Kolekole Beach Park, Hilo, Hawaii.
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How long until exquisite, raw nature overrides contamination by lead?
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Featured Image: 2018 photo from Kolekole Stream Bridge on Old Mamalahoa Highway, Hilo, Hawaii.
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In 2018, a trip to The Big Island, Hawaii, introduced us and our kids to some spectacular scenery. Looking out across the island’s barren lava fields makes one rethink life itself, and its living flora and creatures automatically stretch our imaginations in exciting new directions, too. It all points the way to something more than the eye can see. In this and the next few episodes of Rare Air, the footage you’ll see presents the Kolekole Stream, home to the world famous ‘o’opu ‘alamo’o species of goby fish. Episode 31 is set at Akaka Falls, above which the ‘o’opu begins…
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Closing my eyes, I breathe deep, and the breeze honors me from every direction, even showering me with some of the leaves that have done their time aloft and now begin a transition back to dust. The present is so hard to latch onto completely... it seems so transitory and elusive. But after all, what we have is the now.
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During the summer, most hours of the day, the sounds of others at play abound... but at 7:40 a.m., it's just me and the insects, birds and fish. It's second nature to imagine the history of this magical place.