This is the time of year when Plumeria produce buds, which will become flowers in the next week or two. There were a few leaves on this tree, but most will fill in after the flowers bloom.
I took some photos in the water a while back, planning on doing a series. I posted one and then forgot about them. Here’s another one.
I’m pretty sure I had a t-shirt that looked a lot like this, back in the day! Incidentally, Psychedelic Mud Puddle would be a pretty good name for a band.
I can’t remember why I took this photo, but I don’t think it’s too hard to figure out what kind of business it stands in front of.
This week’s Sunday Stills challenge theme is ‘Metallic.’ See more responses here.
I’m not much of a car person. I like vehicles that are comfortable and reasonable to run. But mostly I look for reliability. But I know many people are really into cars.
Here on the island, we have lifted and lowered vehicles, cars with spoilers and go-faster stripes and other strange accessories. Tricked-out Honda Civics seem to be popular, but at the end of the day they’re still Civics, not Ferraris.
Wheels are popular spots for expression. I still think of hubcaps as round bits of shiny metal covering the wheel nuts, but those days are long gone. Hubcaps, or whatever they’re called these days, can be anything. The wheel in the photo had a jazzy, offset spiral thing going on. The irony is that many of these shiny, metallic pieces of auto art are not metal at all, but plastic wannabes.
A jumble of coral, lava rocks, and shells constitute a somewhat coarse beach currently, but over time, these pieces will be worn down to form finer beach material.
This is the first time I’ve seen signs like this one at Spencer Beach Park. I didn’t see any jellyfish on the beach so perhaps the signs were a warning for those getting in the water. There are often jellyfish in the water, but not in such numbers as to be a problem.
This park is popular with families with small kids so perhaps the authorities were being extra cautious with the signs.
On a calm morning, little wavelets wash ashore without all the commotion of their bigger relatives.