Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign (and Universal)


The words of King Kamehameha in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, the native language of Hawaii, and English.


Lost while traveling

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.
~Ray Bradbury

I would be lying if I told you that I managed to get through the Big Apple without a map. I traveled every borough, visited famous sites, and ate at some of the best restaurants with the help of this map. And though I’m at home and don’t really need a map, I miss the days when I can point on a map and mark it as my next destination not truly knowing what lies there or the kind of adventure (or misadventure) I’ll get into.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Big(ger than my mouse)

A Haden mango from the last mango season.

Mango season has come and gone and though my mango tree is now “slumbering” I still remember the mangoes that hung from that tree.  This big mango was one of the many that were picked from that tree.

Note:  my mouse is about four inches.

For more information about this kind of mango, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haden_(mango)

It would’ve been nice to meet you, John Lennon.



Strawberry Fields, Central Park, New York City.


You died a few months after I was born, but I was drawn to meet you.  We were generations apart, but your music bridged the gap.   And though I know that I could not meet you physically, even to know your spirit would be enough.

I braved 100 degree weather and walked a part of Central Park that I never been to before. When I finally found the Strawberry Fields I thought I would be the only one.  But I was not alone, I was but one of the many admirers who came to see you.  I could not blame them, you had a gift and you shared it with the world.

I did not stare to much at your memorial.  I lingered for a bit. I didn’t want to seem too eager so I kept my distance. I settled on a bench a few feet away.  And I turned on my iPod and played Norwegian Wood. You sang and I listened.  To the outside world, I was just another tourist seeking refuge from the summer heat.

I smiled to myself and thought it would’ve been nice to meet you. I would have been great to hear you sing. Or maybe just walk by. But that’s alright. This moment would suffice.

Wherever you are, thank you for the music.  And Happy Birthday.