Okay, I finally got a link for comments on this page, it appears to work. Blast away. POTD to come later. –Baron
Here I am, in the mirror, working in the dressing room at HPA (Hawaii Preparatory Academy) photographing some girls getting ready for a dress rehersal of ‘Little Shop of Horrors.’ Bad lighting, plus I’m back to using WHT’s Canon D30 which is an older digital camera. Been in protest mode the past month or so and not using my own gear, which is better than the newspaper’s stuff. I just got tired of spending thousands of dollars to be properly equipped then wondering where all my money is going.
Okay, I slacked-off and didn’t really take the time to shoot a photo for myself, but I did take the time to make a fish taco after a long day at work for dinner. Chilie tomato tortilla, cajun ono fish, wasabi macadamia nuts and the fixings. Pretty yummy.
Work took me visiting with a homeless group to ask about a fellow homeless man who was hit and killed by an on-duty police officer in a very early morning driving accident yesterday. Folks couldn’t recall the victim until one of them mentioned something about the seizures the guy suffered from, then suddenly memories appeared clear in the minds of everyone, the eyes start to well in some but no actual tears are shed. They speak about him like a fallen brother, someone they called friend, someone they didn’t always get along with, someone who they enjoyed being with, someone who didn’t need to die, someone they will miss.
The group circles for a pule (prayer) before their lunchtime meal, provided by a local church group, then almost as an afterthought one person mentions the victim’s name and for him to be blessed as they release hands. The reporter coaxes stories about the victim out of people, some don’t want their names mentioned, some don’t want their pictures taken, others speak in anger about the plight of the homeless in Kona and the system that prolongs their situation.
The site of the accident on Alii Drive looks quite normal upon casual observation with only the flattened, gray-white ash of road flares providing a clue of the location. Closer observation reveals a chalk circle with the words ‘right shoe’ on the road shoulder. Farther down the road is a discarded latex glove from a paramedic or police officer and a faded chalk circle in the center of the road around an ugly dark stain which runs over to the shoulder. There isn’t much to actually see but the mind fills in the blanks pretty well.
That’s it for today, this was supposed to be about fish tacos but work tends to get in the way of my leisure time and meals.
Fountain grass, feathery tops dancing to the wind warming to the light flowing over Mt. Hualalai. Sunrise at the Old Kona Airport park.
This is the first photo of 364 to come over the next year. My friend Jenna made a resolution to take a photo a day just for herself, not for her paper (though some have been published). A great idea and great ideas tend to get stolen, so I can’t take credit, you’ll have to visit Jenna’s webpage