On the slopes of Mauna Kea. The day is slowly coming to a close. The clouds are below. I am hovering above.
01 April 2016
Above the Clouds
Hawai’i aka Big Island
On the slopes of Mauna Kea. The day is slowly coming to a close. The clouds are below. I am hovering above.
On the slopes of Mauna Kea. The day is slowly coming to a close. The clouds are below. I am hovering above.
28 March 2016
In the Clouds
Mount Fremont Trail, Mount Rainier National Park
Sunny blue skies. And then THEY start coming. Traversing the trail. Heading straight to the TOP. I am swept IN IT. Holding on my own. Getting to the TOP. ALL is white, indefinite, moving. And I stand there. Watching !!!
Sunny blue skies. And then THEY start coming. Traversing the trail. Heading straight to the TOP. I am swept IN IT. Holding on my own. Getting to the TOP. ALL is white, indefinite, moving. And I stand there. Watching !!!
25 March 2016
Sculptures in the Air
Hawai’i aka Big Island
Hawai’i clouds. Always THERE. With contagious energy. Hiking companionship. So close I can touch them. If I stretch my hand.
Hawai’i clouds. Always THERE. With contagious energy. Hiking companionship. So close I can touch them. If I stretch my hand.
23 March 2016
With the Clouds
Hawai’i aka Big Island
Master shape-shifters. The sky is their stage. I am watching. Holding on to the clouds never to return.
Master shape-shifters. The sky is their stage. I am watching. Holding on to the clouds never to return.
21 March 2016
Beaming through the Forest
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
The Sun beams through the Forest. Touching the Branches. Making the Forest shine.
The Sun beams through the Forest. Touching the Branches. Making the Forest shine.
18 March 2016
The Hurricane has passed by
Laupahoehoe Point Park, Hawai’i aka Big Island
The waves are its messengers. Reaching the coast. Lifting itself up. Crushing in an uproar. To whiteness. And then comes the next. I watch and listen. Wave drops are in the air. Touching me.
The waves are its messengers. Reaching the coast. Lifting itself up. Crushing in an uproar. To whiteness. And then comes the next. I watch and listen. Wave drops are in the air. Touching me.
