These three buildings in downtown Honolulu look, to me, like an architect’s drawing, all mirrored glass and carefully rendered lines. “Picture yourself living in the heart of downtown Honolulu, in a luxury apartment with its own private balcony.” Aaaargh.
Posted in response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge ‘Lines.’
Hala (Pandanus tectorius) is an indigenous tree that might have arrived here on its own – the fruit floats and is salt tolerant – but was probably also brought over by the Polynesians. One feature of the tree is the dark green leaves, which are sword-shaped and bent, and which grow at the and of the branches. Here they look like star bursts against a blue sky.
One of the first things anyone visiting a rocky seashore here will see is lots of little black shapes skittering away. Those shapes are a’ama crabs.
On this day, I had, as usual, spooked the crabs into motion, but after putting a little distance between me and them, they settled down again. Where they settled was on this sloping rock next to a blowhole. Moments later, water shot out of the blowhole creating this scene.
Where I would have been squealing and running from the sudden deluge, the a’ama crabs remained. I guess, living on these rocky shores, they are well used to this sort of thing.
A green turtle comes to the surface for air, looking mysterious and somewhat threatening.
I’d rather be out exploring, which is how I found conclusive evidence of the existence of this previously unknown creature – half man, half bird. I bet it spends a good deal of its time going around in circles.
Posted in response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, ‘I’d rather be…’
A building reflected in a building. This glass-fronted high rise in Honolulu made a wavy reflection of the building across the street.
Posted in response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, ‘Out of This World.’
During my recent visit to Honolulu, I noticed this doorway in the historic Hawaiian Electric Building. In addition to the lovely old door and lights, I liked how the glass captured the reflections of people passing on my side of the street.
As a patch of mud dries, the surface cracks apart and the edges of these patches curl up, giving them something of a floral appearance.
Graham's Island 