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.
You know that I’ve arrived home after work just as the peacock is ending his courtship dance. You’ve seen those photos. Well, the past couple of mornings OC has driven right by a peacock with his fan on display. I say anxious and excited things about stopping the car, and OC says boring and logical things about getting to work on time. Sometimes that man’s priorities truly boggle the mind!
This afternoon I left work 15 minutes earlier than I usually do, so I caught an earlier bus which got me home a half hour sooner than usual — and just in time for the mating dance. I dropped to one knee, whipped my camera out and started clicking.
He choses the hen he wants to dazzle, and the dance commences.
He waves his fan forward and back
while doing a hip shimmy hula dancers likely envy.
That’s why the photo is blurry,
the movement was too quick for my fastest shutter speed.
The hen appears to be losing interest.
He decides to step things up.
He danced and twirled like a ballerina,
revealing his lovelorn heart and other bits of anatomy.
The hen walked away without even one last glance over her shoulder.
Would you have left this?
(He dresses so much better than I!)
PROJECT LOOKING THROUGH: TAKE SIX & The End
Me, looking through the mirror.
Please try not to notice my wind combed hair.