Now that I am well into my 2nd year in the Old Bat Cave – and since it was a lovely jeans and flannel shirt morning – I headed out on a walk in the woods – or what passes for woods in my current location,with my old Leica lens.
And, I worked on my landscape photography – not my thing. And, my wildlife photography – which I am famously bad at.
I saw a stick in the water… though it might just be a snake – and when I got home and looked at the pictures – indeed it was a snake.
And, I got this way too cute chipmunk.
Yes, I am embarrassed to live in a country where Donald Trump could be a serious candidate for president. I haven’t a clue how that happened. I apologize to people of goodwill every where.
No matter who wins – I am terrified for the Republic. And, I am not a fearful person. I feel no need for firearms, I go wherever I please at all hours, I don’t take good care of myself. And, the fear I feel is not for myself – it is for the country. For civilization itself.
And then I remember that I belong to a society that is dedicated to perpetuate the memory and spirit of old Hawaiʻi and of historic facts, and to preserve the nomenclature and correct pronunciation of the Hawaiian language. We try to do this by wearing stupid white dresses, doing hula, having bake sales and talk story about old Hawai’i.
And, I feel like maybe I have lived too long.
But, just for today – it was a good day.