Rain In Paradise

As the sun should have been setting last night, black billowy clouds rolled into paradise, and started to release life giving moisture. It's morning now and it is still pouring. Since today is my last day in paradise it fits my inner feelings perfectly.

John Steinbeck Writes, in "Travels With Charley", that a Journey is an individual with life.

I couldn't agree more. There is something about an adventure that is perfectly invigorating for my soul. An adventure is a creation of art that allows me to be creative and I decide how much color I want to add to the journey. Ultimately I decide what the journey looks like. I try to capture the journey in pictures, but for me the creation is burned deep inside me. Mishaps, differences in weather, tastes, and smells only sweeten the memories. For me the perfect journey is one with lots of unknowns and flexibility. Essentially I try to live a nice piece of art.

Now that I've written this down I feel much better and the rain stopped. I'm off to the beach to soak up the last drops of color!

My Other Love!

I thoroughly enjoy the feel of water and sand encompassing my body as I fight to hold my breath, all while blowing air out of my nose to keep the salt water out of my brain.

I smile with happiness when a wave tumbles me like a washer machine.

I love laying down to bed after a long day of wave playing and having salt water drip like a drippy faucet out of my nose.

I judge the success of my adventure by how much sand I discover while cleaning my ears, weeks after my trip.

Brother's And Sister's Jealousy

There are some definite perks to being the youngest! When my brothers and sisters were kids they got taken on vacation in a tent to Yellowstone. Now being the youngest and the only one not married of my brothers and sisters, family vacations are a little more... awesome.

Here are some shots of my wonderful parents. (Sometimes I think they bring me along just to be their photographer.)

On The Run!

Here is an excerpt from the book "Travels With Charley" by, my favorite author, John Steinbeck. "When I was young the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch... Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement bring an ancient shudder, a dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of the stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words I don't improve; in further words once a bum always a bum. I feel the disease is incurable."

According to John Steinbeck I am a bum and it isn't curable. So I will stop trying to fight the urge.

Here are a few pictures of my current adventure to the Big Island of Hawaii.