This one hurts a bit

Haleakala for Andy. I was fortunate enough to see this stunning vista for about 3 minutes before the cloud cover said otherwise. Roots is yet another attempt to wrap my brain around what constitutes art photography. I am still unclear as to the definition but I fear that I already know the answer but am too dense to know. This brings us to the bottom 2 pictures.

These will forever hold great spiritual significance in my life. As we traveled down the road to Hana in Maui, the one thing that was foremost in my heart was to see the grave site of Charles Lindbergh. As most of you know, my father recently passed away this past year. He was my idol and the main influence in my life and of my photography. Also an avid stamp collector and aviation aficionado, Lucky Lindy was one of his favorites. By visiting the grave of one of his idols, I felt that I could possibly gain some sense of life and try to understand the eternal impact of my father's influence upon mine. It all came clear in a very personal and emotional way. To see this in person was one of the great spiritual events of my life. I felt that I gained some slight understanding of this life we have and the enormous responsibility and opportunity we all have been given. The many opportunities that we have to make a difference in the lives of others, the challenge to be the best you can every day, to rise to the challenges that life presents, to be there for your family and friends, to be the change you would like to see in the world. I sit here with tears flowing down my face remembering my hero and hoping one day to truly make him proud of his son and I am honored to have had him as my Father.

Selah,

R

Confused

So, it has been a while.... How are you ? No, I haven't forgotten you, I've been busy. But I am here for now so lets move on, shall we ?

OK, I am in Maui currently. Imagine a good looking West Virginia with surf and perfect weather. Glad you are here. There are literally hundreds of cars that have been abandoned throughout the island. They have been somewhat scrapped for parts, rolled over, and invariably, burnt and left for dead. Well, they ARE dead at this point. Problem is, no one wants to bury them. So they sit and rust and wait for the ravages of time to do what is needed. For an island FULL of old hippies, you would think it would be a lot cleaner. Too busy making money, "dropping out" of society, and complaining about the Government to give a shit, I suppose.

Top is looking out from th Iao Valley. Valley of Kings and battles and fat tourists that can't make it up 133 steps to the viewing area without complaining. Great view, good for a quick stop before going somewhere else.

So confused about a lot of things right now. People, Art, and the Truth all vexing me. I think I might know what the problem is. I could possibly have the answer already and I am too afraid to acknowledge it. Maybe my Mother was right. Enjoy everything you can for as long as you can because when it's over, that's IT. No more.

I just can't seem to disconnect.