While I love the sounds of nature as much as the next guy, after spending a few nights sleeping next to the ocean in Hilo, Hawaii, I can understand why some of the natives would like to eradicate tree frogs. These tiny little guys never shut up. Especially when it's raining, they yakkety-yak all night long, sending out a mating call. Hey, there doesn't need to be MORE of them. I want to scream: No sex for you! Like a tree frog nazi.
It's about a 15-minute trip from our bed and breakfast into Hilo, which is our closest source of food around here. We make the trip at least twice a day. Once to get to our destination, which invariably means driving through Hilo, and again at night for dinner. So, I can't count the number of times I've passed the Alae Cemetery and marveled at its beauty. You know how most cemeteries have flowers on graves only here and there? The Alae Cemetery has flowers on many, many graves. I made my husband pull over in traffic so I could shoot this photo for you.
Myrl Jeffcoats told me I needed to visit Akaka Falls, and I always take Myrl up on her excellent suggestions. There is so much to see and do on the eastern side of the Big Island. This site is also a state park in Hawaii. And there are actually two sets of falls, an upper and a lower. This is a photo of the upper falls. As with most hikes involving waterfalls, what goes down must come up, but it's only about a half mile so I wasn't griping too much about the up part.
This tree is cut down near the base of Akaka Falls. I liked the composition of the scene. At first, I started to count the rings of the tree. I don't know if it's true or not but I remember some teacher from grade school telling me that you can tell the age of a tree by counting the number of rings, and each ring indicates one year in the lifespan of the tree. But then another authority said it also depends on how far apart the rings are spaced, so I don't really know. Ask me about Sacramento short sales, not tree rings. I'm a real estate agent, not a botanist.
The photo below is of one of Obama's planes. I guess they could not store all of his planes on Oahu, so they brought one of them to Hawaii. The Hilo airport had guards posted all over this end of the airport. They just closed down a good part of it and roped it off. The guards yelled at me when I slipped off the curb and my feet touched the street. Very protective of the plane, but that's probably a good thing. So, this is the closest I could get to shoot a picture of it. Hey, what were you expecting? Obama himself? I wish.
Photos: Elizabeth Weintraub