Sunday, December 22, 2024
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In going back through my photographs I found this distant view of the bunker. Although the artwork is not clear, it can be seen if you zoom in. I also like how this photo gives another perspective on where the bunker sits.
One last photo today of the waves. This is looking west towards the West Maui mountains.
A lunchtime visit to the waves today. If I had brought a picnic, I could have sat there for an hour watching these come in.
A couple of friends grab a grandstand view of the waves coming in at lunchtime today.
Friday, December 20, 2024
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The swell coming into the north shore of Maui continues to grow. This from this afternoon. As yet it has not peaked. I stand in awe of seeing these waves in person, and am grateful that I have the opportunity to do so. The raw power of nature is quite something to behold.
Thursday, December 19, 2024
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There is only a partial view of the bunker here, but I didn’t want to lose an opportunity to capture any record of The Bunker that I had.
Another of those mornings when although we live a mile away from the ocean, I can hear the waves crashing against the cliffs. 🌊
Wednesday, December 18, 2024 →
The big swell is starting to arrive this evening. My wife and I headed down to Ho’okipa to catch the first waves coming in. Apparently it will get bigger as we go into the weekend. The road and shore line was covered in a mist of water thrown up by the surf.
Wednesday, December 18, 2024 →
I was out walking and listening to an episode of the Tricycle Talks podcast. The podcast is an offshoot of the Buddhist magazine Tricycle: The Buddhist Review. In the middle of the podcast there was an advertisement for other offerings that Tricycle currently has, during which it was mentioned that Tricycle started 34 years ago. I remember when the first issue of the magazine was published. There was a lesson in impermanence for me.
Waves at Ho’okipa this evening. The calm before the storm, before the arrival of the big swell coming in in a couple of days. Something for the For the Pacific Wave Appreciation Society to look forward to.
Dusk at Ho’okipa this evening. The island of Moloka’i is visible in the distance.
I love this quote, the imagery, from author Steve Edwards from over on Bluesky.
I’ve had enough of villain origin stories. Show me how that old man next door who sits in his lawn chair under a shade tree all summer–with a bowl of water for the neighborhood dogs–achieved enlightenment.
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
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🤕 After four days, the migraine that I have been nursing finally appears to be dissipating. I’ve been getting them for almost fifty years. In that time their intensity and frequency has varied. What has remained constant is that they come out of nowhere, start with with an aura around my eye until I can hardly see anything, that goes and then a thud of varying strength makes it presence felt. Nausea is probably present as well, perhaps a weak feeling through my body. The best treatment is usually silence, rest and no strong light. I have never had any luck with medication, both allopathic or alternative.
Monday, December 16, 2024
After mentioning some of my hitchhiking experiences in earlier posts, I came across this article by Hilary Bradt in The Guardian. In it she talks about her own hitchhiking experiences. At the age of eighty two she has been hitchhiking every decade of her adult life. While the mind can very easily go to possible dangers of standing beside the road waiting from a lift from a stranger, especially for a loan woman, or for that matter the dangers of picking up a complete stranger, I would argue that such incidents rarely happen.
Monday, December 16, 2024
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Sunday, December 15, 2024
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I’m currently listening to A Charlie Brown Christmas (Expanded Edition) by Vince Guaraldi Trio. I love this soundtrack and the associated Peanuts TV special. I’ll be watching it again this year. 🎄
My wife: “I went into the bedroom to get my phone, now I can’t remember what I wanted it for.”
Me: “Count it as one less thing to do.”