It’s the end of the day . . . just a regular day. We exercised, cleaned, ate, and watched $56M worth of armament hit a base in Syria. Lots of opinions expressed forcefully and with passion.
Perfect time for me to look back at photos that are lounging around my drive, waiting to be launched onto the Internet. These are free. Well, quasi-free. I spent some time on them but since it’s part of what keeps me level, it’s not a burden.
This one immediately had me thinking of our elected politicians and various pundits . . .
So, out for a drive, we passed a small herd of foraging goats. This is where I was glad of the long zoom . . . I mean, just look at them horns.
The goatee is also interesting in that it seems more an inconvenience than a nanny-draw.
I managed to capture this video illustrating the point . . .
But, you know, the guy was cool . . .
On that particular day, our drive took us on Saddle Road . . .
That’s snow atop Mauna Loa as viewed from the rest stop on Saddle Road.
From there, we drove a part of the old Saddle Road and saw a turkey lookout . . .
I wanted a shot of the bird looking right at the camera, but I was only able to capture it on video . . .
. . . also, this move . . .
I was happy with the turkey shots, but I was there for the morning glory . . .
By the way, I’m listening to some Tony Child . . .
I’d not listened to this song in a long while. I forgot how nice it sounds . . . to me; it’s not everyone’s cup of joe.
I also wanted to photograph some grass . . .
I have a few interesting shots of grasses I plan to share . . . eventually.
I then took the opportunity to shoot me some of these:
Tell me those leaves don’t look like a pair of hands offering up the fruits? Well, at least I think so.
Got me another shot of the morning glory flowers . . .
. . . before spotting a rare bolt flower. Actually, a whole bunch of them.
They are an invasive species and very hardy. They need little to no water, and they can live for many, many years. I’ve seen this species survive in all sorts of weather. The good thing is that, despite frequent and constant coupling, they have a very low reproductive rate.
I got a few more shots of the grass (more in the gallery below) and of the morning glory . . .
. . . before hitting the road and stopping to get this shot . . .
Someone has a sense of humor . . .
I plan to get a better shot of it next time I pass by there.
While shooting the pig, I also got these . . .
I should come up with a name for this . . . this . . . pom-pom plant. Yeah, that’s it; pom-pom plant.
The next day, I happened to catch a couple of birds doing . . . well, bird things.
This Mayna bird was eating what I think are Papayas. Don’t quote me on that as my expertise when it comes to fruit is not as well honed as it is when it comes to pastries.
Even got me a shaky movie of it . . .
And that was immediately followed by this bird fishing . . .
As far as I could tell, it was either fishing for bugs or seeds floating in the salt-water pool. Got me a video of that, as well. The bird went all around the pool, twice. I only got a bit of it.
I got one more thing . . . but I didn’t want to know what was going on nor did I want to film it . . .
And that’s it for now.
You can click on the photos for a larger version or look through the gallery below or go HERE for the SmugMug gallery.
By the way, during today’s morning walk, I heard someone play some music at one of the pavilions at the beach . . . and I did something I hardly ever do. I walked up to two strangers and asked them for the name of the song. They did not speak English, but I managed to make them understand and they showed me the current title on their playlist.
It was F. O. B. Yungstar and the title is Jilel. The word means “shell” but can also mean “warning.” I will let you do your own research on the group and song. I had never heard Marshallese music and I hoped I had found a whole style of music to enjoy but as is often the case, at least for now, this was the only song I liked of all that I found.
Obviously, not all will like this, but I thought I would share it. This — words in another language, one I don’t understand — is probably one of my favorite way to listen to music. The vocals become part of the music in a way they can’t when I understand the language.
I mean, when I listen to songs I try to tune out the words, but they invariably intrude into the consciousness. The soundtrack from Gladiator and the first video of Where in the World is Matt are examples of vocals that become part of the music as if an instrument onto themselves. Someone out there knows the language, but I don’t, and it works out great. It’s also why I like THIS and THIS examples. FYI, lots of Moriccone’s music made great use of powerful vocals . . . without words. Check out some of the live performances of the soundtrack from Once Upon A Time In The West.
Yes, some songs have very good lyrics that I enjoy listening to but when I like a song, I usually check to see if there’s an instrumental version of it.
Anyway, here’s the song I heard while walking.
Here’s the gallery of the photos . . .
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