Dame Melli, the lady-fair of our current photo-quest, has requested dragons, so yesterday I set out on a perilous dragon hunt and managed to bag a few of the wily creatures. It wasn’t easy. Dragons don’t care for publicity and most people that find them don’t come back to tell their tales. Even so, I managed to find the diary of an archaeologist who works with dragon bones. Here is his sketch of what the earliest known dragon probably looked like.
Artist's rendition of probable appearance of earliest known dragon.
About a week ago, with no idea that Project Black was coming, I began exploring silhouettes & shadows. Deep, dark, black shadows. Now, on this end of the island the best shadows come out to play about sunset, and they need a light source for contrast, so please note that each of these photos also qualifies for Sky Watch Friday.
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.
Here in Makaha Valley, some of the neighbors are more colorful then others. I keep trying to coax these guys — oh, excuse me, the big one is a gal — home for dinner. O’Ceallaigh says they’re tough and I really won’t enjoy them.