After a thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms last night, the rumbles shaking the house and the lightening illuminating the landscape, we woke up to snow on the summit of Haleakala (please excuse my iPhone Mini 13 struggling with the distance of the shot).
It is sounding right now as though the south side of the island might have got it worse than the north. Huge power outages and trees down.
I went to visit The Bunker this morning to see if there was any new art. Sadly not. Instead though, the view towards the West Maui Mountains took my breath away. The air was so clear and with that the Mountains were in sharp relief, etched against the deep blue colour of the sky.
In addition to the clear air, another swell has arrived on the North Shore. Not as large as the waves from a couple of weeks ago, but impressive nonetheless.
There is an entrance around the back of the Bunker that lets one peer inside. It is possible to go inside, but that involves climbing over a railing, and for now I decided to make do with looking in.
A VOGgy (Volcanic fog) sunset. The magic in the air from earlier this morning has stayed with us. Having said that, being upcountry I would imagine it being a lot thicker and more uncomfortable to be in.
A monk seal sleeping at Ho’okipa this evening, while surfers slip pass her/him. We’d gone there to have a picnic at sunset. It was a beautiful evening with not a breath of wind.
There was a volunteer on hand to make sure that people kept their distance from the seal. She was there until after sunset.
Last night I was happy to find this photograph of the Bunker from a few years back. Yet another capture of this small building to fill in its changing faces.
With 2024 drawing to a close, only 7 more hours left here in Hawaii, I thought that I would review the first year, first month actually of The Bunker project. Only a couple of new murals have been added since I started this project at the beginning of December, so most of this first batch of paintings are Bunker murals that I just happened to have captured over recent years.
Yesterday evening a group of us went up to Polipoli Spring State Recreation Area for sunset and a picnic. The views were spectacular, looking across the Valley Isle to the West Maui Mountains, with Lana’i in the distance.
This photograph is of the ocean facing side of the bunker. If anything happens here related to art, it is usually random graffiti. However, I took this photo because of the cow and her calf sitting in the shade of the building.
When I went back to the cliffs to see the waves the day after the last posting, someone had defaced or graffitied over the image from the day before. So I thought to include that update here, as well as a photo giving another perspective of the location of the bunker. Here you see people out watching the big swell that was breaking that day. In the distance are the lowlands of the West Maui Mountains, as well as the island of Moloka’i.
I still can’t get use to this being a Christmas scene. It was a lovely couple of hours, watching the surfers, chatting with friends, dozing. And at times it feels… I’m not sure what the word is, wrong doesn’t convey the right meaning? Despite spending a good many years, decades, in the tropics, something in my cellular, read childhood, memory I think expects something else.
Another double billing of the bunker. Aside from the front facing, main painting, some graffiti had also been added to the side, so I decided to share that as well.
I posted a photo of this smiley face on the bunker before I started The Bunker series, and so I decided to
post two more angles of the building on that day.
In going back through my photographs I found this distant view of the bunker. Although the artwork is not clear, it can be seen if you zoom in. I also like how this photo gives another perspective on where the bunker sits.
The big swell is starting to arrive this evening. My wife and I headed down to Hoβokipa to catch the first waves coming in. Apparently it will get bigger as we go into the weekend. The road and shore line was covered in a mist of water thrown up by the surf.