Wandering Around Diamond Head

A photo walk has become a weekly habit for me and something that provides a welcome break from the 40+ hours I spend sitting in front of a computer screen all week.  I use this precious time to exercise my creativity and try to quiet the overly analytical part of my brain in the hope that the images will come to me organically.

Over the last few months I feel as if I have had a bit of a breakthrough with the latter but I have also noticed that even when I am not overthinking and forcing things that the images that come most naturally to me are quite orderly, dare I say analytical?!?  I’ve chosen to embrace this way of seeing and to enjoy where the journey takes me and my photography.

A friend and I recently explored the primarily residential area surrounding Diamond Head Crater that includes the Kapiolani Community College campus and Diamond Head Theater.   We then strolled down Monsarrat Avenue to a small business district in search of an air conditioned spot to eat lunch. We succeeded in finding a seat at on the the few restaurants open on New Year’s Day and proceeded to have a good meal and a great visit while we cooled down and pondered the walk back up the hill to our cars.

 

Here are a couple more ‘orderly’ images from the day…I hope you enjoy them and, if you do, please feel free to share this post via the links below.

I know there are a lot of things vying for our attention these days so I want to sincerely thank you for taking the time to visit, read and look.  Mahalo and Aloha!

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After the Recycling Bin – What Happens to the Plastic Bottles?

It’s something that I don’t spend much time thinking about…when I put plastic bottles in the recycle bin or drop them off at the recycling center in the past I haven’t considered what happens next.   Without a lot of thought, I simply followed the prevailing wisdom that recycling these items is much better than having them end up in land fill.

So not knowing what I don’t know I came across a recycling center in Kaimuki and noticed bales of flattened, squished and crumpled plastic bottles prepared for the next step of their recycling journey.

The plastic, glistening in the tropical sun, caught my eye and then I started to think of these bales as abstract art, as a sign of our collective consumption and, sadly, began to conjure up images of the masses of garbage floating in our oceans and significantly harming our marine environment before heading back to us.

Recycling in the Abstract

So where do these bales of plastic go next?   Since Hawaii has no facility to process the plastic the bales are shipped to China to be formed into chips or food-grade pellets.  The resulting recycled plastic is used to manufacture things like carpet, polyester fabric and new plastic products including more bottles.  And the cycle continues…

I would love to hear from you so please feel free to leave a comment or share this post via the buttons below. There are a lot of things vying for our time and attention these days so I want to sincerely thank you for taking the time to visit, read and look.

Aloha and Mahalo!

Paradise Takes Many Forms

There is humanity and history in the peeling paint and overgrowth that can be found on and around many of the homes in Honolulu’s older neighborhoods.  Louvered windows in decaying frames are a tell-tale sign of an older home as is vegetation, lovingly planted by preceding generations, that encroaches upon the home as the years pass.   It may be overgrown but it also looks as if you could reach out from the lanai and pick an orange to have with your breakfast on the shady lanai!

One could look at the home below and think that it needs new windows, a some roof repairs, a coat of paint and a good tree trimming and I wouldn’t be able to disagree.  But it has a simple charm that new homes cannot rival and I wonder about the tales this home could tell and the memories that it holds?

The neighborhood streets, and some major thoroughfares, are often pot holed after a tropical rainstorm, the sidewalks buckle, sometime the grass doesn’t get mowed for while and vines make a home on chain link fences.

Then you wander into the vacant lot on the other side of that overgrown fence and see a rainbow over Waikiki and you know that paradise takes many forms.