David Johnson

Watching the performers, the creatives, the writers, artists and musicians, those who have dared to put themselves out there unsure of return. Doing so simply because they couldn’t imagine doing anything else….other than sharing their creativity with others.

Menehune Mayhem

I spent yesterday at the Menehune Mayhem competition at Ho’okipa Beach Park. This is a surf competition for kids established a number of years ago by pro-surfer Ian Walsh. The thin sliver of a beach that Ho’okipa is was packed, with all visitors and competitors being focused on one end of the beach …

I took this photo of what I’m calling a Ghost Rainbow at around 8:15pm this evening, and it had just been raining.

We recently saw Waterman, a documentary about Duke Paoa Kahanamoku, or “Duke” as he was affectionately known, Olympic gold medalist, world record holder and surfer. I had known about Duke for a long time, but did not know his story. This documentary does a good job of showing who the man …

I think that this plant is an Agave Vivipara L.? For the last week we have been watching this stalk grow out of the center of one of these plants, with absolutely no idea what final result will be? We are assuming a flower or flowers of some sort. It has taken approximately five years to get to this …

We took our grandsons and their cousins to see a movie last week. As I stepped into the cinema I realized that it was probably my first time in a movie theatre for over two years. With COVID having been the reason for the absence, I could feel my trepidation as we stepped in.

This is not a droid sitting on a wall, but a movement sensor switch for a light sitting above it. My first entry for the May 2022 Photo Blogging Challenge.

Lunchtime

We arrived at the restaurant. A sign hanging from a rope in front of the door asked us to ring the doorbell. A waiter opened the door, greeted us, asked if we had a reservation, "no," we replied. This did not appear to matter as the rope was unclipped, we were gestured to enter and shown to a table. …

We finally got round to watching CODA last night, and both enjoyed it very much. A feel good movie, but with some beautiful touches enabled by the movie’s subject matter. It took me into a world that I know nothing about. Well worth the praise and honours that it has received. 🍿

Hello, Bookstore This is one that I will be looking out for. June 28th is bookmarked. In Theaters April 29. On Amazon & Apple TV June 28.

Be nimble…catching up with some photos from our March visit to Porto.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s message yesterday for Earth Day.

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Sunset while walking at the cliffs a few evenings ago.

Sitting on The Downs

It was last year, 2021. I was back in Bristol, England. My dad was unwell, nearing the end of his life. I went to sit on The Downs, and area of public open space of 400 acres that looks out over the Avon Gorge. Wide open spaces, woodland, trees and bushes. I was blessed to grow up around The Downs. …

Today’s distraction.

Following yesterday’s post and reminder by @manton about Micro.blog’s read-later bookmarking service with highlighting, I went back through my bookmarks to spring clean those that I no longer wanted. There were a lot! Embarrassingly a lot. I shall be more judicious in my bookmarking going forward.

Wordle 306 5/6 🟨⬛🟨⬛⬛ ⬛⬛🟩🟩🟩 ⬛⬛🟩🟩🟩 ⬛⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 This was one of those, “well this could be one of many words, let’s just hope that I find the correct one before I run out of turns.” Fortunately I did 😮‍💨

…young people like me were parched for the vision that poured out of pulpits of Black America, and the vision of a Black Reverend from Atlanta, a man who refused to hate because he knew love would do a better job… ~ Bono

The Early Bird Surfers - Reflections on Making Time

A couple of weeks back I had an early morning Hawaiian Airlines flight to catch to Honolulu. In flight time the journey is a hop, skip and jump. Throw in airport time and it can take just as long as any long haul flight from parking the car to getting to the gate. And this was rush hour. For the …

Eating celery and remembering my dad. I have memories from when I was a kid of a glass full of celery sticks, dad picking out one, dipping it in salt and taking a crunchy bite out if it.

I’ve, well, dithered around this for a while but have finally decided to subscribe to John Gruber’s & Ben Thompson’s Dithering podcast. Two podcasts a week, each no more than 15 minutes. I’ll try it for a month to see if I want to stay with it.

My wife prepared these two Easter baskets before going away. They now await the arrival of our grandsons. 🐰🍭

Today’s wet weather has brought out the Aseroe rubra or Anemone Stinkhorn fungi, that I wrote about last week, in greater numbers (the red dots in the photograph).

What a fascinating story, with a perhaps unfortunate code name. Operation Mincemeat: The Welsh drifter who helped end WW2