Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Nothing seems to matter when you set foot on the islands. Breathtaking scapes of gold and blue... Flip flops and pineapple... surf and sand...
north shore. majestic. we sat on a remote beach made for us just north of here long past sunset. the sounds of the south pacific after dark are truly hypnotic.
while commercial, waikiki is definately lovable.
How apropos to visit the cemetary on a cold, wet, dreary Saturday morning. My eyes were watery and frozen as was the snot dripping from my nose. Yet, all that seemed to matter was capturing the life that existed amongst the dead.
These beautiful pieces of art have sadly been put to rest along with the souls in which they sleep. Only after bravely peering through the gates of a dank mausoluem did I discover life. So sweet the flowers that bloom...