When I think of the word vulnerable, I immediately think of something exposed to the elements like plants & animals, or people without clothes.
During a trip to Maui, Hawaii, we ventured the Waimoku Falls trail, through a surreal bamboo forest, with tall bamboo poles clacking gently against each other. A very beautiful experience.
As much as our goal was to reach the 450 foot spill of water that cascades into a large shallow pool, we were stunned turn after turn along the trail with beautiful grottos, smaller waterfalls & classic tropical Hawaiian splendor.
One of the most memorable spots was coming upon a giant Banyan tree, which presented like a mythical creature, spawning massive branches & supporting roots into the rich Mauian soil. One can only feel small next to such a octopian growth. It’s roots, all twisted up like a Los Angeles freeway exchange, must have been growing for over 100 years in order to amass in this way.
Camera in hand, it seemed like an impossible task to capture such a monster. Sometimes, it pays to get in close with a shot, to emphasize the intricate nature of such a beast, rather than approach the idea of trying to fit this gnarled mammoth into a single wide angled frame, which by the way would have been impossible.
As much as I was truly intimidated by the sheer mass of the banyan, I appreciated how strong it must be to have its roots exposed, vulnerable to the years of tropical storms & brazen sun, naked to the elements, while continuing to thrive. What at first appeared as a vulnerability, proved only to be the epitome of strength.
Someone had posted this video on Facebook, and I just had to share it here.
If you’ve ever wondered what it takes to be a great recording engineer, this might give you a hint at what a lot of engineers have to deal with…especially in smaller, indie styled studios where every client thinks they have the chops to take on Mariah Carey or Celine Dion covers. It is not always music to their ears.
Although not sold out, the crowd was certainly having a good time. My husband (who isn’t a country music fan) agreed the show was very good & his reasoning was simple – they played a rock show verses a country music show, adding more classic rock songs to the stage than country in a series of guitar melodies & cover tunes. Gretchen Wilson did a brilliant version of Hot Blooded that had the crowd singing along with her. It appears her vocal talents are wasted on honky-tonk styled songs when you hear her perform bits from Janice Joplin & Foreigner.
As for Big Kenny & John Rich, their performances were both entertaining & solid. I hoped that with a repertoire which includes many excellent acoustic & melodic pieces that they would have performed one or two of them (Holy Water or Deadwood Mountain), but they stuck to what they felt the crowd wanted to hear, starting the show with the tour’s title song Fake ID (a duet with Gretchen Wilson), and ending with an extended version of Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy. The only caviet to this song set was Gretchen Wilson’s dialed down hometown country favourite tune called Angel from Montgomery. Here is Bonnie Raitt’s version:
I have to admit that although the show was excellent, I was disappointed I didn’t get to hear the music I expected to hear from such a talented coupling of artists. Gretchen Wilson could burn a house down if she really wanted to with power chords as veins in her tiny body & the Big & Rich team have the duet, tongue-in-cheek cowboy rocker thing down to a science. I’m a rock chick from the 70’s, but I came out last night for a country show and left more deaf than satisfied with my preconceived expectations.
I dare say few people wouldn’t enjoy the view of a marina, even when the vessels moored there are commercial in nature. Something about water, sunshine & boats just seems to make for a pleasurable scene.
A few days ago I spent the day with my father, who is your classic life long commercial fisherman. His boat, the Helena is moored in a tiny slough at Garry Point in Steveston, BC. These images are of this quaint industrial niche of a moor, where other commercial fishermen like my Dad can go about maintaining their boats between shifts at sea.
The Helena has been sailing the coastal waters of British Columbia for over 40 years, with my Dad as her Captain and caretaker for 37 of them. She’s in good company, as the wooden vessel Crystal S. has been around for 80 years and still looks amazing (thanks to her dutiful owner).
At 78 I have to wonder why my Dad & step-mom continue to fish the local waters every season. I have to assume, like most of the people who keep him company, they are lifers to the craft of putting fresh ocean treats upon our tables. We know not the toils that these men & women go through for our palatable pleasures!
These images are processed in HDR using multiple exposures & a program called Photomatix Pro. As always, your comments are welcomed