I don't want to just keep my photos from Hawaii locked on my computer. Not that I think they're something the world desperately needs to see or anything.
So let's see.
Derek and I went to Ka'ena for the last time before he left, and he dashed his way down to the preserve, and I stayed along the coastline, chatting with Amber and taking my sweet ass time walking the length of the point. I Kept stopping at various points to take silly photos like this. Not for the explicit purpose of being pretty, but more for posterity. Those colors are so fucking unreal, and I didn't even edit them. That's just....it just looks that way in real life.
That same day, I was waiting for Derek to come back from the point (it's a rough 3 miles to the point, and the 3 miles is even more difficult after the sunsets and it's fucking dark) and I started watching the fisherman do their thing and I thought to myself, I wonder how neat this would look as a long exposure. It's not going to win any awards, but it's a really fucking cool little peek at what goes on at Ka'ena at night.
This little thing is a stapelia gigantea. A carrion flower. Derek and I were photographing these a few months ago, and some dude bro looking guy came up and was like, yo, do you dudes know what that is? And I was like, I'm sorry, I don't. And he was all, nah, B, nah, I DO know what it is, I want to tell you about it. It's a carrion flower. Smell it, it smells like rotting flesh, it's crazy. Bye! And then he disappeared. Derek and I were just kind of bewildered, so we did what any normal people would do: we fucking knelt down and smelled it. It didn't have the greatest odor, but it was very faint, and not really pungent, all things considered. We went home and looked it up, because we didn't actually believe the guy once we performed the sniff test, but sure enough, he was right. They're really fucking cool looking, right?
I clearly won't be showcasing these two pictures in a gallery, but I took them specifically to keep as reminders of how gorgeous Ka'ena is. This was a couple of months ago, it ended up being a super crazy fucking day there. It absolutely dumped rain on me and Derek, we lost each other, I got clacked at by an albatross (which is deeply unsettling, if you have never experienced it), and I almost fell in to the ocean in a way that surely would have split my dome in twain. I got some wonderful posterity photos, though. The color of that water is stunning. I didn't edit those photos, other than to crop them down. The top one is about twenty minutes before the storm opened up on us, and the bottom picture is about thirty minutes before. The weather changed with the quickness.
This is maybe.....oh, forty minutes after the first torrential downpour, right before we left for the day. It was the last photo I took that day, actually. We had to hoof it back to the car with the quickness, but the light was just so fucking COOL. I wanted at least one shot of it.
Derek and I took shelter during one of the onslaughts in that little WWII bunker cubby thing. Could have been super sexy sexy if there hadn't been a family hanging out, as well. After the rain stopped, Derek climbed on top of the cubby, and I thought a picture of him with the good light and the beach would be a fun one to keep. Plus I love his butt.
This was the second to last shot I took that day. I was so thrilled that I could see the entire rainbow. I wasn't sure if it would turn out well enough to print, and it definitely didn't, but it's pretty enough to keep as a reminder of what a great day that was.
I'm not sure why, but it took Derek and I a few months to go to Diamond Head for sunrise. It wasn't out of laziness, we were plenty happy to wake up balls early to go to Sandy for sunrise photos on all manner of occasions, it was just something we put off doing. We finally decided to go, and I was disappointed that it was a lackluster sunrise, but it was still an incredible thing to see. That isn't from the top, it's from one of the little lookout posts right before the top. I posted up here thinking the vantage would be cool. I was wrong, and I had to hoof it up the crater to get a better angle. I never got a better angle. There just...I don't think there is one. I think it's definitely the kind of thing where pictures just aren't going to do it justice, so just stay there and enjoy it. Which is exactly what I ended up doing.
I did take these paltry photos just to see if I could get the color of the water to translate, but I couldn't. This was one of eight places I shuffled back and forth from while trying to get a good photo angle for the sunrise. I know better now, so when I go again and take Allen and Gabriel, I won't be jumping from place to place, I'll know exactly where to go.
Looking into Honolulu proper from the side of the pillbox right after the sun had risen. The view from up top would have been WAY better, but I had farted around for too long, waffling over good vantage points, and the top was too fucking crowded for me to get to, so I kinda got shoved off into this section of the pillbox. I wasn't wholly mad at the view, it's just that the top would have been better.
Sun had fully risen by now, and I just really liked the valleys and the low clouds and the half rainbow. Nothing spectacular about this, I wasn't trying to be artistic, I just wanted to be able to remember the moment.
This is going to have to be it for now. I have my final midterm to study for, I have to take it in the next 14 hours, and I don't really wanna. I'd rather take a nap. I'm fucking exhausted. I had a friend over last night, and there was an entire mouse ordeal that really fucking bummed me out hard, and I'm just wiped the fuck out. I got about five hours of sleep after she left at 2:30. I fully plan on studying, taking my test, and then taking a nap or eight.
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