I went for a walk on a summer day and I took a lot of pictures.
Graffiti catches my eye, so I take picures of any and all that look interesting.
Along with most any other oddity, such as this
little man-made cultural artifact
above. I don't know what the yellow thing is. Looks like it
contained a bit of liquid. Anyway, that juxtaposed against the
small copper wirer winding and I'm thinking either a schizophrenic on
strung out on meth assembled this little collection. Mainly, I
took this picture so I could ponder on it later and try to figure out
what meaning or significance it might have held for its creator.
My goal for the walk was the Lili'uokalani Botanical Garden, which I reached soon enough.
Planning on maybe making a travelogue entry for my web site
-- Haole for Life -- you know, should I ever get around to creating said travelogue web site. I took
those pictures I though a tourist might find useful -- like the rules, hours, and so forth. I
find it quaint that the park does not allow running. Of course, I
think that I read somewhere that the park is dedicated to the natural
flora and fauna of the area (as apposed to another nearby park, forget
the name, that is devoted to imports and exotics), so I can see
how rough housing might be hard on the intended inhabitants.
But I digress (as I often will) and my first reaction was that 'No Running' was a stupid rule for a park.
This park closes at 5PM. This early hour is only of note
if contrasted with other parks in the downtown Honolulu area
(some are open until 10 or 11PM, I believe, maybe all night
I hadn't decided to turn my outing into a story yet, so this was
just more colorful graffiti. A short coming of most Travel Guides
(in my ever so freaking humble opinion) is that they are driven by
advertising and so nothing negative is ever said. Guess what
folks. Honolulu has graffiti and plenty of squirrelly people
walking about and it's not hard to find either. So more than
anything else, I was shooting for (and actively seeking) that
steamy underbelly, so as to make my reportage more interesting.
Though that said, we just might be able to work either '20' or
'2-0' into the story before we're done.
'Blaze', oh, I couldn't ask for a better tie to the end of the
story than this. It's
just pure happenstance, of course. But there it is, nonetheless,
right at the beginning.
My first picture in the park (sort of at the edge, maybe outside
of and under the bridge that the city streets cross over) and I get a
picture that I'll be able to call back to at the end of the story.
So even though the 'story' part of this project hasn't started in
earnest, we already have a bit of foreshadowing.
(((Note: while the pictures are real (as real as pictures can
get) all the text should be treated as fiction -- or at least,
Nothing has been fact checked. Things change.
And the truth sometimes only serves to get in the way of a
good story. Thus, taken as a whole, these web pages that
comprise this story should be viewed as a record of one
man's flight of fancy as he takes a walk on a long sunny
afternoon. Nothing more. Nothing less. And most
disrespect to any individual (living or dead) is intended.)))