After visiting ‘Akaka Falls, we drove northward (which actually is northwestward) along the coast until we came to Waimea where we admired true free-range chickens and had lunch. I marveled at how dry it had become. The fields as we approached were pastures with cattle at times. Upon our return to Hilo, a day’s-end beer and sunset awaited us.
As a geometric playground hiding inside randomness.
Although I thought about publishing it like this:
As a moody, brooding entity. (“I’m gonna have to clean out these pesky humans some day.”)
As a more vibrant place than it would seem to be at times. (Unfortunately the opposite can also be true: seeing gray when the world technicolors.)
….I post another photo of a sunset!
….and….
all the voices in my head 