This road leads to my home. No, I do not live in that glass and metal monstrosity uglying (Is that a word? If it’s not, it should be!) up our neighborhood. It is at least 18 stories high and sits in our wonderful wild valley like a city cousin wearing her finery. We live in a lovely condo village just to the left of the road.
Follow the road to the bus near the end. Consider the size of the bus, the size of the tower, and the size of the mountain that backs our valley. This photo ISN’T from the bottom up. The ocean ia a full mile down the road in the direction you cannot see.
This photo was taken just a bit further down the road, and from the other side. I took it seconds before stepping into the brush and photographing the cactus. The “scrub” trees were looking over are actually 10 to 12 feet tall. The grooves in the mountain were cut by water run-off. When it rains they immediately become the Makaha Valley Waterfalls, unfortunately the clouds come down and make picture taking extremely difficult.
This is our more humble abode. We live on the top floor to the right. The branches and leaves you see at the top edge of the picture are attached to a mango tree.
And here is one of our neighbors lounging in the shade of the bougainvillea bush.