
One of the roosters that now live at Mahukona Beach Park. There never used to be any, but the numbers have been creeping up this past year and I think are in double figures now. It’s certainly louder down there than it was!

One of the roosters that now live at Mahukona Beach Park. There never used to be any, but the numbers have been creeping up this past year and I think are in double figures now. It’s certainly louder down there than it was!

A view of the Wainaku Street Bridge in Hilo with the Wailuku River flowing beneath it.

A view of the coast, through tropical foliage, on the east side of the island.

The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 234. Captions are on the photos. You can see more responses here.







A couple walks the beach at ʻAnaehoʻomalu Bay while a tour boat disembarks passengers into a glass bottom boat to be shuttled ashore. Tourism is down here this year, in part because many Canadians are avoiding the U.S.A due to less than friendly relations between the two countries at the current time. I won’t be surprised if other nationalities follow suit.

North of Mahukona, there’s a trail that follows the old sugar railway for a couple of miles. This photo shows one of the railway’s embankments, but there’s a bit more to it than that.
This embankment is not the original line. That can be seen to the left of it, the flat dry grass area, following the contours of the land. Traveling this route was very slow, so its course was smoothed out with embankments and cuttings. The original line’s course is to the right of the cutting. These changes cut the time it took to travel the line though it was never a high speed trip!

An early morning view, looking east from the house.


We’ve had some wild weather here this past week or so, the kind of wet and windy days that make even me feel sorry for people here on holiday. That’s not why people come to Hawaii.
On one of those days, the winds were so fierce, they stripped one side of the giant mango tree in the yard of all its fruit, together with several branches, and bounty of leaves. These photos show how the yard looked when I got home! The bulk of the fruit was still rock hard so that even the pigs didn’t venture out for them!
