Hilo is more of a city than the southern area of Kona on the Big Island.  We unfortunately did not have much time to chill here, so we are going to make a trip back someday.  We had just enough time to hit the main street that faced the ocean, and grab some Hawaiian style Bento’s (Japanese inspired Lunch Boxes).

There is an interesting Hilo story, but thats for another blog.

I was impressed as I drove on route 19 on the Big Island in Hawaii.  Driving past the ancient black lava beds I was struck by white graffiti that covered the the black lava on both sides of the highway.  With messages of love or Happy 60th Birthday Grandpa, I had to take a closer look to see how it was done.  The writers gathered white sun bleached coral and used that to contrast the black rocks.

While chilling at the locals beach Isaac Hale Beach Park, I found some white coral and left a little homage to those messages along route 19.

My heart will drift in and out with the waves…

I think this is the reason for the slow uploading of images.

Every time I look at my images, I get homesick for a land that quickly became home.

Dreaming of those blue waves, and orange cliffs as we paddled across the Kealakekua Bay.  

The water so cool, the sky so clear, our minds opened and became refreshed.

As the Autumn Equinox has passed, the days will grow shorter, as the nights grow longer and colder, my dreams drift back to the warm enveloping waters of Hawaii.  As we swam in the emerald seas, watching the horizon bob in and out of vision, the blues entered into our souls.

The blue skies, melting into the minty blue seas, or is it the other way around, as the seas, evaporate inot the richly hued skies.

Blue, Blue, Blue

The latest edition of the ink or print Ysin Embargo Magazine dropped this monday.  It is full with fabulous artists reaction to the ever changing relationships of analog and digital medium.  There are many superb contributions to this issue.  Make it a point to check them all out.

My piece is a analog and digital conversation with my maternal grandmother.  Surrounded by the analog sights and smells that surround her.

I am ever thankful to Y Sin Embargo’s creative hurricane of Fernando Prats.  The layout and impact of the magazine would not be the same with out him.  Much respect Fernando.

you can download the PDF file here.

you can go to LULU and order the magazine here.

be sure to browse the past issues and all the happening over at Y Sin Embargo Magazine.

I will re print the text below in both English and Spanish.

they both tell a story.

interwoven expressions. of silver oxide and pixels.

together searching to unlock the gifts that lay underneath.

lifting skywards across time dimensions.

3 axis collide at the moment

the time pins the location to its x, y, z,.

across the digital waves of, 1s and 0s.

A lucid communication opens the gates between,

the converging axis.

The lens draws back, and froward, interpreting

the light into its components.

into the hands of all can access image creation.

but with access, comes pursuit of fullness.

Tmatriarical manisfestation of the n the fusion of the axis. provides the onlooker with a security code.

# # #

ambos cuentan una historia.

expresiones entrelazadas. de óxido de plata y pixeles.

juntos buscando abrir la llave de los regalos escondidos debajo.

elevándose hacia el cielo a través de dimensiones temporales.

3 ejes colisionan en el momento

en que el tiempo fija la ubicación en su x, y, z,

a través de las ondas digitales de 1s y 0s.

Una comunicación lúcida abre las puertas intermedias,

los ejes convergentes.

La lente se desplaza atrás y adelante, interpretando

la luz hacia sus componentes.

hacia las manos de todos puede acceder la creación de la imagen

pero con el acceso viene la búsqueda de la plenitud.

Manifestación matriarcal de la fusión n de los ejes. Proporciona al espectador un código de seguridad.

The time that we spent on the Big Island was breathtaking in its simple and complex beauty.  I was reminded how much i missed watching the sky drop from the skies in my native Florida.  Each night we stared off into the distant horizon and watched the liquid fireball meld into that horizontal line.

Coming from my current urban home of Tokyo, a spark of nature was ignited in my soul.  That need to be out in the natural un-urban world.  Jump in the salty oceans, climb down a rocky path, feel the misty air, all of these soothe and energize the soul.

Go out any find your own Sunsets on the Big Island, where ever they shall be.

Window let us see out into the world, they also let us see into the world.

However, the windows I like best are those that reflect the world.  The combine the

reality of seen, and unseen, and project it into the physical presence.

Aged, weathered, and truthful out of the little hood of Sugamo.

The two night Minami Kasai festival continued on Sunday night.  There was dancing, singing, and lots and lots of eating.  The cotton candy stand had a line that was as along as a summer afternoon shadow.

The colors all seem to open up and reveal there true intensities at night.

Colors for the mind, body and soul.  Until the next year.

I got the chance to meet up with Samm Bennet today as we strolled around the neighborhood of Sugamo.  I was first attracted to Samm’s work because some of what interests him here in Japan is like that of myself.  We wanted to go somewhere neither of us has gone before and we choose Sugamo.  Sugamo is often called the Harajuku for old people, or the Really Old Lady Ginza.  It was cool to wander the streets looking at the elderly shoppers and the sometimes strange shop fronts.

you can check Samm’s Flickr Page Here also his musical page here.

till the next adventure.

The drums came wafting in the open windows last night.

The evening cooled and the windows in the house were all open to let in the night breeze.

Following the sound I went around the corner to the elementary school that was having their bon adori

dance festival.  All people young and old in the neighborhood came out to eat, dance and be with each other.  Unfortunately, my battery died so pics are limited.  I do believe there is one more night so I will head back.

I love hip hop.

I love graffiti too.

However, when it comes to photographing it I am not always that interested.

I do enjoy finding examples of the unique Japanese bad boy graffiti.  Its simple, to the

point and usually, just Japanese text.

It is all about expressing ones self.

Translucent reflections from a recent stroll.

Verticals, reaching upwards towards the sky and beyond.

My home kasai where I dwell in vertical dimensions.

The clouds rolled in in preparations for the rain to come

on Thursday.  I needed to go to the bank, so I decided to head to Nishi Kasai to hit the

bank and then to wander myself back home.  The weather was only a few degrees above chilly, but

I need to enjoy this as long as I can, cause winter will sneak up on us when we least expect it.

Take comfort in the beauty of the world that surrounds you.

Piggy says see you all next blog.

m2c