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.
On a calm morning, little wavelets wash ashore without all the commotion of their bigger relatives.
Yesterday I posted a photo of a crown-of-thorns star, with a few rock-boring urchins in it. Today’s post shows one example of the channels left by these urchins. This image initially looked like a brain to me, but then I began to see more of a tree in it.
Posted in response to Becky’s October Squares challenge theme of ‘Past Squares – Spiky/Lines.’ See more responses here.
Late afternoon light is reflected off the ocean, as seen from the Kohala Mountain Road.
Posted in response to Becky’s October Squares challenge theme of ‘Past Squares – Words containing the word Light.’ See more responses here.
This week’s Sunday Stills challenge theme is ‘Harvest Gold or Citrine.’ See more responses here.
Here are a couple of photos of small fish in the Golden Pools of Keawaiki. The gold color has nothing to do with harvests but is produced by the algae there.
Recently, I had to take the bus home from work. I got down to the pick-up spot in plenty of time and soon a bus appeared, heading my way. I quickly realized I had a problem. Not only did this bus have no sign on it saying where it was going, but it also didn’t turn in to the resort it was supposed to visit, at least according to the schedule. Instead it drove past me and turned into a different resort which should have been its second stop in this area.
I had no idea what was going on, but I knew the bus had to come out of the resort the same way it went in, so I walked up the road to the security gate and waited for the bus to return. When it did, I stopped it and asked the driver where it was going. It turned out it was the bus I wanted.
The driver was quite friendly and said he’d look out for me in the future. I realized this bus was scheduled for the morning commute to work and the evening return home. It probably rarely picked up anyone other than regular commuters. I didn’t have the heart to tell him my journey was a one off.
The trip itself was fine. In the confines of the bus, it was hard to know whether we were going fast or slow. A strong crosswind was blowing and we swayed back and forth as we passed through cuttings, and also when the driver rummaged around for a pastry, then consumed it.
When we got to Hawi, the driver dropped me at the end of my driveway and I stood to there as 15 or 20 vehicles, caught in the bus’s wake, rumbled by. It wasn’t a bad way to get home, but probably a one-off since my work schedule is variable and a one-a-day bus doesn’t work for me.
I took the photo between the two seats in front of me because I liked the the shapes and lines and angles.
Tenacious tree roots clinging to a rock face.
I liked the colors and shapes of the lichens and moss on the rocky face of a road cutting outside Hawi.