25 December 2016

The Rhythm of Waves

If I ever have to get away from it all,..., there is simply nothing better than to climb out onto a rock, and sit for hours with nothing in sight but sea and sky. Although the rhythm of the waves beats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armies, marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever.


Pololu Beach:  The Rhythm of Waves

21 December 2016

Return of The Sun

Today is the longest night. Those Nights. Feels Spooky. Even when Stars light the way. Perhaps this is the reason why they miss me. WELCOME BACK !

Haleakala: Return of the Sun

16 December 2016

A Piece of Glacier Lives On

Lake George, Mount Rainier National Park

I walk along the Lake’s edge. Nested in the bowl sculpted by Glacier before melting away. Sparkling. Coloring. Still Here.

Lake George: Surrounded by Trees

Lake George: Crowding to get closer

Lake George: Front seats are all taken

Lake George: Crystalline. Glacier and Forest and Blue Sky. All in One.

Lake George: This Color. Behind the Trees.

Lake George: Steps away. Sparkling. Still Here.

Lake George: Enjoying the Heights

Lake George: Going back. Embraced by the forest.

12 December 2016

Granite Forest

Dogtown forest, Cape Ann, Massachusetts

In the midst of Cape Ann. Where Glaciers had rolled granite Boulders from afar and left them here thousands of years ago. They have since been adopted by life in the forest. It is late autumn. Trees are without leaves. Allowing the Boulders to be seen. Sitting on the rustling carpet. Taking in the breath of forest. And giving IT back.

Dogtown forest: Late autumn

Dogtown forest: Somebody is watching

Dogtown forest: Rolled from afar by glaciers

Dogtown forest: Adopted by life in the forest

Dogtown forest: Leaning on each other

Dogtown forest: Fungi prefer wood

Dogtown forest: Ferns have the know-how. They like it up there.

Dogtown forest: Lichens flourish on granite. The only thing they need is a location.

Dogtown forest: Uncovered in late autumn

Dogtown forest: Feels as if It came yesterday

Dogtown forest: Granite canvas

Dogtown forest: Taking in the breath of forest. And giving It back.

07 December 2016

In Search of Pu’u ‘O’o

Naulu-Napau Trail, Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park, Hawai’i aka Big Island

On Naulu-Napau Trail. Leading closest to Pu’u ‘O’o. An active Kilauea crater. Spewing lava into the Ocean. Shape shifting clouds. Drizzle in the air. Blues here and there. The Sun playing hide and seek. Not Perfect for viewing the Crater. Who waits for PERFECT here? Just GO and see what happens. SURPRISE lasts forever.

Naulu Trail: Lava Field. Shape shifting clouds. On our way.

Naulu Trail: Swirling around

Naulu Trail: Road remnants. Kilauea Land. All else is Temporary.

Naulu Trail: Where Lava Field meets Hawaiian Forest

Naulu Trail: Entrance to Hawaiian Forest. Fenced off from predators.

Napau Trail: Without earmarks

Napau Trail: Lower stories in good spirits

Napau Trail: Sunrays poking through ferny laces

Napau Trail: Dry as Important

Napau Trail: Uluhe hold their own

Napau Trail: Close to the Overlook. Overcast. Drizzly.


Puu Oo: Shows Off. For a Moment. Ghostly.

Puu Oo: Spewing Lava into the Ocean

Napau Trail: Going back. This is Their World.

Napau Trail: Uluhe and Ohias. The Spine of Hawaiian Forest.

Napau Trail: Wiggly overpasses

Napau Trail: Mingling with Uluhe. On their Terms.

Napau Trail: Green and Brown. All Wet.

Napau Trail: Flanked by living walls

Naulu Trail: Out of the Forest. The Ocean touching the Sky. In Distance.

Naulu Trail: Young Ohia decorates the Way

Naulu Trail: Misty and soft. Ohias love it. I enjoy too.

Naulu Trail: Back to the trailhead. What a Journey !

02 December 2016

Signs of Rainforests

Hilo, Akaka Falls, Hawai’i aka Big island

Hilo Rain. The Ocean is pouring down from the sky. To keep low until the next rise. And then IT falls down again. So it goes on and on to eternity. Rainforests Rejoicing. Rainbows. Favorite Spectators.

Hilo Rain: The Ocean is pouring down from the sky

Akaka Falls: Rushing to the low point

Akaka Falls: Everybody watching

Hilo Rain: Rainforests Rejoicing

Hilo Rain: Rainbows. Favorite Spectators.