It seems as tho many of the places we used to revere, places we held as powerful and important are going away. This has been a topic of discussion more and more each time I come home. It seems that the actual discovery and adventure of finding a place has moved far away from the ideal showcased , as a pop culture example, in Goonies. It may seem like a blasé example but you can’t deny that the idea of finding some forgotten or hidden place is the real allure of adventure. During these conversations where the participants are usually upset about how their once secluded or unpopulated beach, or mountain trail, or desert oasis are getting more and more traffic, getting worn out, vandalized, and are not being allowed time to heal and replenish. The last time I was at my favorite East Side spot it was wrecked. Camp fires everywhere, empty beer cases and bottles , trash everywhere. This was a place where a few people used to come respectfully. People came to seek refuge, listen to the sea, be cleansed. Now it might as well be waikiki. That’s why I no longer tag my locations. You should go and find it. It should be a reward for your patience an respectful effort. It should not be like going to the mall. #conserve
How many nights spent on this deck. Punk rock friends and hippies hanging out. Late night swims, band practice, quiet talks after a great surf session. I had to sweep the leaves on Wednesday afternoons when the big mango tree was still there. Sunday BBQ with all the aunties and uncles. Keiki days spent running around the yard. I remember so many of my friends sitting here at some point. High, sober, happy, in love, full of angst, but together. A dinner together. Feeling the power tonight. #ohana #hale
The Datsun louver. #whpcarcorners
Nashville truck. #whpcarcorners
Edit version 2. #whpcarcorners
Dark river. #whpcarcorners
I always wonder what owners of rigs like these are thinking. It just sits there. Has been for a couple years.