In the gloaming . . . the muffled hush of the oncoming waves, a white noise that at once soothes and beckons.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
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Friday, September 16, 2011
Blogging Places to Stay Hawaii
If you are seeking a place to stay in the sleepy village of Hilo, Hawaii, look no further.
Five refurbished rooms upstairs with views of village life, farmer's market and the ocean in a boutique hotel.
You will not be in a phoney touristy vacuum at the Pakalana Inn, but experience the tropical torpor, expatriates, locals, fresh locally grown fruits and vegetables in an open air market. And of course sunset swims in the Pacific Ocean. Try http://www.pakalanainn.com/ to book your room online. You will receive an access code.
Farmers Market next to Pakalana Inn
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Beach in Hawaii
A beach to take your breath away. Feet sinking into the plush sand. I was alone in the early morning and I ran to the ocean that seemed to follow me in sweeping fans of water. Transparent, spreading in a a glow over the sand that must have contained some kind of fool's gold whose wet particles glinted. A trail of cupped footprints washing away, poured with light, into the wind tossed laughter, my little girls running behind me. Hanalei. Random poets, wanderers, surfers, natives are beloved by Nature in the form of an all permeating and penetrating Beauty. A seduction. An opening. A flight into the pure air, or a luscious ripening sweetness impossible to describe.
Sunflowers in Hawaii
Images of Hawaii
Below a photograph of petroglyph near Waikoloa. Men with exaggerated (we assume) phallic representations. A form of braggadocio, or symbolism connoting fertility? Speculation and Interpretation of these glyphs - perhaps more questions than answers.
Organic Fruits and Vegetables, Journeys
The road to Hakalau Gulch
This old road leading to Hakalau gulch retains an air of penetration into the primeval. Far from curio shops or idling tourists. Heart of Darkness? You wouldn't think of Hawaii as that kind of place. But places are not quite as they are advertised are they? You'll have to consult Joseph Conrad, Paul Theroux, or that other guy. Francis Ford Coppola.
Away from everything known. That is travel. Where you can't be reached. Where you are gone.
North on Belt Highway from Pakalana Inn
About 30 minutes North on the Belt Highway that surrounds the Big Island (Hawaii), the Hakalau turn off leads to an old road meandering to the mouth of a river that meets the sea in a spit of black sand. Intrepid surfers paddle to waves squeezed by this narrow bay where a tsunami destroyed a railroad bridge and sugarcane processing mill fifty or so years ago. The twisted wreckage was a "locals" place off radar until it was donated for a park a few years ago. There are now trash cans with liners and the foliage is manicured making for a more civilized if less exotic experience. I have to admit I liked it better before the park, wild, and with a flavor or ruination and engulfment.
Adventure in Hawaii Crepuscular Hours
Rays of sunlight that stream through gaps in clouds. The crepuscular hours are dawn and dusk. Hapuna on the Big Island. A beautiful drive from the Pakalana Inn, Hilo.
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