Backyard Orchids Hawaii

Barring destruction, Orchids are immortal. They are considered the most highly evolved flowering plant on earth. Orchids have been around millions of years, and are "air plants" that cling to trees.

The fragrance of some orchids defies description, while others may resemble familiar fragrances - raspberry, coconut, lilacs and citrus. Hawaii is known as the Orchid Isle. These 20 plus year old backyard orchids were in beautiful bloom yesterday up Hamakua way.

Patterns of growth in jungle plants, North of Hilo

The Taro leaf  

The banyan root

Jungle vines

Waves

Transparent water

The Beach

The beach is more than a place, it is a place to be transported. The price of admission? Nothing. Just time.  I took this picture at Hapuna Beach, Hawaii with a Nikon D40.

Hotel in Hilo

Hotels in Hilo, Hawaii? In the old downtown area, the Pakalana Inn near bustling Farmer's Market is convenient for walking to shops and beach parks.

Timeless

It was late afternoon at Mauna Kea Beach, Hawaii,  as I walked along the ocean snapping pictures. I happened to catch these two basking in the surf. Sigh.

Out in the Ocean

She is not out very far out in this picture, but her diminishing silhouette seemed to dissolve and reappear. Feelings of "oneness" can occur while floating about in this benevolent sea.   

Time Spent on Beach

Aphrodite. Time spent in the ocean in Hawaii is time redeemed.

The Pacific Ocean

The Ocean in Hawaii is an entity of  three dimensions whose colors shift adjusting luminescence through degrees of turquoise. Wind dimpled. Light splattered. Clear liquid tongue on the sand, frothing mane on a wave. Utterly soft, warm, and transparent.

The Ocean

Kalanianiole Afternoon Idyll

On a sweaty afternoon hot from futile errands, I parked on the side of Kalanianaole (highway along the ocean named for Prince Jonah Kū-hiō Ka-lani-ana-ʻole. Lit., the royal chief without measure) and emerged from the muffled damp jungle to the open air where ever heedless of my litle world the endless waves crushed themselves pouring over black lava encrusted with pink calcifications (sea life of some sort?).

 Bright blue water stretching to the horizon. Not a soul in sight.
A place to stop and sigh. To remember. To forget.