Saturday, June 18, 2022
Paddle
Hilo Bay has a two mile long breakwall, semi enclosing what was once pristine water. I’ve been on the wrong end of a few staph infections paddling after a rain. There has been a movement to modify or remove part of the breakwall to allow more water flow. The years long study by the Army Corp just concluded, and they recommended no modifications. Pretty disappointing, but hopefully a change will happen! Until then, paddling on the open ocean side of the breakwall makes for fun paddles! https://www.clearhilobay.com
Sunday, March 27, 2022
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design
Before News was a commodity
Bought and sold on our hopes and fears
The made up threats assaulting our money, family, and modesty
Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell
All the lies and greed we are forced to see
Are an illusion created
To stoke a corrupt economy
Some say that God is dead
And some say that God is available for a price to pay
All the while our time, we give away
Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell
Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design
Although simple was never the case
Generational manipulations
Have always been in place
Forced to choose a side
From transmissions meant to divide
Makes it easy to be exploited when
Blindfolds cover our eyes and dimly lit face
Scrolling our way to Hell
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
Fatherhood
Watching the world unfold
Through his eyes
Hazy morning light
Soak the walls
We lay on the floor
Without a worry
Coffee grounds dust the counter
Unwashed dishes winking from the sink
His smile and giggle confirm
That all dark skies will be
Gilded gold
Through his eyes
Hazy morning light
Soak the walls
We lay on the floor
Without a worry
Coffee grounds dust the counter
Unwashed dishes winking from the sink
His smile and giggle confirm
That all dark skies will be
Gilded gold
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Across
"...And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go....."
-Excerpt from "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Landscapes
Mountains, deserts, twlights
Old highways and scenic byways
Skeleton ruins and lost visions
Long horizions seen through loving eyes
With big adventures under inspired skies
Cross country roadtrip with my love
Virginia to California roadtrip
Marriage and Family
Stopping at beautiful locations along the way for bike rides and trails.
I feel extremly lucky that my Dad gave us his truck for the journey.
(Chesapeake Bay)
(Virginia Creeper Trail)
(Smoky Mountains)
(Eureka Springs, Arkansas)
(New Mexico)
(Wind River Range)
(Yellowstone)
(Sawtooth)
(Crater Lake)
(Redwoods)
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Lots of Beauty
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