tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41452515472446298542024-03-13T11:42:16.042-07:00Paintoutings With Karen E. LewisWater, Skies, and Natural Landscapes from Oregon, Washington, and travels.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-22736483427985391392015-08-23T19:04:00.001-07:002022-05-19T15:32:52.223-07:00ESCAPING THE HEAT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKSRr-f-vZM/Vdp7XZVLxJI/AAAAAAAABw8/cPj4pPvn-_4/s1600/Riverside%2BRocks%2B1920.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKSRr-f-vZM/Vdp7XZVLxJI/AAAAAAAABw8/cPj4pPvn-_4/s400/Riverside%2BRocks%2B1920.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riverside Rocks, 8 x 10 oil</td></tr>
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In this summer of endless dry heat, the river down the street from my house can be ten degrees cooler. I can walk from the riverbank, across a gravel bar, and out to a sometimes island. From there, I can paint with my feet in the water and a cool breeze.<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0West Linn, OR, USA45.365676099999988 -122.6123140999999945.276432599999985 -122.77367559999999 45.45491959999999 -122.4509526tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-88559882653471858992015-05-31T11:15:00.000-07:002015-05-31T11:15:00.062-07:00BUY YE BANANAS WHILE YE MAY<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4W2oKhSmGc/VVY3oKU88oI/AAAAAAAABtI/F-Z98OI1mx0/s1600/Sunrise%2BCloud%2BPattern%2B700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4W2oKhSmGc/VVY3oKU88oI/AAAAAAAABtI/F-Z98OI1mx0/s400/Sunrise%2BCloud%2BPattern%2B700.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunrise Cloud Pattern, 6 x 8 oil</td></tr>
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It is our first day on Maui, and we're at Costco. I buy a big bag of apple bananas. Because apple bananas are the number two reason I come to Hawaii, snorkelling being number one. Well, maybe painting is number two. Anyway, they're up there. <br />
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Rick says they are way too green and I shouldn't buy them. But I've been in this position before when I couldn't find bananas anywhere. These should be ripe by our second week. I insist on buying them.<br />
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It is now day 5. The first finger on the hand is going yellow. Yay! We did find bananas other places, to tide us over until these were ripe. Gather ye bananas while ye may!Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.7644275 -156.445006320.6456495 -156.6063678 20.8832055 -156.2836448tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-51619562236594848242015-05-27T11:12:00.000-07:002015-05-27T11:12:00.540-07:00WHALE SONG<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg9DaILz7MI/VVY3Dpivi5I/AAAAAAAABtA/ut54n1G2FGE/s1600/Mackerel%2BSunrise%2B700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg9DaILz7MI/VVY3Dpivi5I/AAAAAAAABtA/ut54n1G2FGE/s400/Mackerel%2BSunrise%2B700.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mackerel Sunrise, 9 x 12 oil</td></tr>
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In almost all the bays on Maui, you can hear whale song if you put your ears underwater. You can hear a lot more of it if you are in shallow water near the mouth of the bay. And if there are no motorboats about. And if you aren't breathing loudly. And if your head is deeper underwater.<br />
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I have found that the best way to listen is to stand on my head in the water, holding my breath, and quietly swirling my hands to keep my balance. It appears to be a unique solution: I haven't seen any other snorkellers doing it.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.7644275 -156.445006320.6456495 -156.6063678 20.8832055 -156.2836448tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-12957797943937347492015-05-24T11:11:00.000-07:002015-05-24T11:11:00.595-07:00SUNSET<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Golden Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil</td></tr>
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Every evening there is a guy two balconies down from us who blows a conch at sunset. He has his own special way of deciding when the sun has set, which I haven't figured out yet. One night there is an actual disk visible, and he blows the sunset call while the last bit of the disk is still twinkling on the horizon. Another night, the sun is obscured by clouds. When is the actual moment of sunset? I would be tempted to consult a table on some of these nights. Whenever it is, it's always uniquely beautiful.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.7644275 -156.445006320.6456495 -156.6063678 20.8832055 -156.2836448tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-66362929234282377752015-05-21T11:07:00.000-07:002015-05-21T11:07:00.907-07:00MOTORBOATS AT NIGHT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6HPiiqxfUE/VVY103HoX7I/AAAAAAAABss/AJc5uJkIclY/s1600/Cloudy%2BSunrise%2B700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6HPiiqxfUE/VVY103HoX7I/AAAAAAAABss/AJc5uJkIclY/s400/Cloudy%2BSunrise%2B700.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cloudy Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil on panel</td></tr>
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As soon as the sun goes down, it begins. A sound like a motorboat, or maybe a dirt bike, but long sustained sound with short pauses. We are staying at Luana Kai, an oceanfront property with a spongy lawn in front, and a waterfilled ditch beside. And, as it turns out, a great place for frogs; Or in this case, toads, the infamous Rhinella marina, or Cane Toad. The call reminds me of the drawn-out tones of a didgeridoo, though the toads do eventually take a breath. Some nights there are one or two, some nights many. A toadly chorus to accompany the sound of waves.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.7644275 -156.445006320.6456495 -156.6063678 20.8832055 -156.2836448tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-40329589294079150262015-05-18T11:05:00.000-07:002015-05-18T11:05:00.770-07:00MOORISH IDOLS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honokeana Mackerel Sunrise, 12 x 9 oil</td></tr>
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Moorish idols are really pretty fish. Now that I have my weight belt, I have the chance to see how really pretty they are. I have found a pair that are not too skittish, and they allow me to approach within two feet. I am surprised at how large they are. And how brilliant yellow. They have lots of little markings on their noses that I never noticed before. How wonderful to be able to get close and see!Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kahana, Napili-Honokowai, HI 96761, USA20.9737204 -156.6789367-4.5483140999999989 162.0124693 46.4957549 -115.37034270000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-64144766223662262402015-05-15T11:01:00.001-07:002015-05-15T11:03:21.952-07:00HANA IN WINTER<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We are driving to Hana in the rain. Ordinarily, I would think rain would make a dreary drive. But oh, the waterfalls! Last time we drove this road the weather had been dry and many of the falls had no water at all. This time there is water everywhere. Some falls are rushing and brown. The closer we get to Hana, the clearer the water is, but all the falls are all full. Not content to stay in the streams, water is pouring over the rocks and onto the highway. Sodden soils have slumped into the road, closing off the hillside lane. This on a road that is only really two lanes half the time. The road to Hana.... always an adventure!Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Hāna, HI, USA20.757508 -155.98840720.638735500000003 -156.1497685 20.8762805 -155.8270455tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-62660212248300416662015-05-12T08:58:00.000-07:002015-05-12T08:58:00.211-07:00WEATHER<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We have had showers in our forecast the last few days, and the next few days to come. We are finding that if we just set out for some other part of the island, we can find some sunshine and calm for snorkelling. The other day, we found it in Honolua bay. There we had the clearest snorkelling I've ever had at that site, and saw lots of brilliant fish. As I was getting out, I asked the lady next to me how her snorkel was. She said she hardly saw anything, but she was used to Fiji and other exotic places. I couldn't argue; Hawaii isn't the best. But here we are, and I insist on enjoying it. How can you complain about a place where you can drive for ten minutes and get out of the rain?Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.7644275 -156.445006320.6456495 -156.6063678 20.8832055 -156.2836448tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-90798594310329416992015-05-08T08:56:00.000-07:002015-05-08T08:56:00.093-07:00WEIGHTS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I am REALLY buoyant. That's just how it is. Today I got a weight belt for snorkeling. With my magical weights, I am neutral at the surface, my mask rising and falling above the waterline as I breathe. Trouble is, when I free dive, I take in a big breath, and I am once again buoyant. I don't really think I want so much weight that I am negatively buoyant when I breathe out, that just doesn't seem safe. Today I experimented with breathing some of my air out. Better underwater, but when I came up I didn't have enough juice to clear my snorkel. This is going to be a tricky balancing act.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Maui, Hawaii, USA20.7983626 -156.3319252999999720.3233751 -156.97737229999996 21.273350100000002 -155.68647829999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-46805990759808545262015-05-04T08:53:00.000-07:002015-05-04T08:53:00.625-07:00KULA VISTA<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We drive first thing in the morning for Kula, where I am meeting the Maui Plein Air Painters. Up and up we go, above the Lavender farm where the newly paved one-lane road has steep edges with no room for passing. From here, we have a view of the isthmus, West Maui, Lanai, and Kahului. I set up to paint in a stand of painted eucalyptus, torn between painting the valley view or the colorful trees. Most of the way through my painting, the clouds roll in. Anyone who arrives now will have to paint the fog.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kula, HI, USA20.7909697 -156.326933820.6721912 -156.4882953 20.909748200000003 -156.1655723tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-73075302643550602002015-05-01T08:52:00.000-07:002015-05-01T08:54:37.108-07:00PRICKLY PEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Maui has quite a bit of desert, out here in the middle of the ocean. So we are not surprised to see prickly pear cactus which has taken a hold in the desert area near Ahihi. But here in Kula, the prickly pear is 8 feet tall and overgrown with grasses, mixed among mango trees and bananas. Like a desert plant growing in the rainforest. What's up with that?Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kula, HI, USA20.7909697 -156.326933820.6721912 -156.4882953 20.909748200000003 -156.1655723tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-81458472203512275722014-10-31T08:22:00.000-07:002014-10-31T08:22:00.778-07:00NAPALI MIST<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />A studio painting based on photographs of Kauai. Every moment, the mist pattern changed.<br /><br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kauai, Hawaii, USA22.0964396 -159.526123821.6254936 -160.17157079999998 22.5673856 -158.8806768tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-6479654326100304152014-10-29T13:08:00.000-07:002014-10-29T13:08:00.250-07:00WINDBENT PINES<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This studio painting is based on a plein air sketch of the same composition. In this piece I used red in the underpainting and warmed up the greens. Different light, different day.<br /><br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-88231857801350939942014-10-27T13:07:00.000-07:002014-10-27T13:07:00.137-07:00KIHEI SUNRISE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-36082856071150586222014-10-25T08:22:00.000-07:002014-10-25T08:22:00.181-07:00DAWNLIGHT AND COTTAGE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-50877030120768152412014-10-23T08:23:00.000-07:002014-10-23T08:23:00.096-07:00ROOTS IN THE SEA<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Makena, HI 96753, USA20.65884 -156.437698-4.8631944999999988 162.253708 46.1808745 -115.12910400000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-73108663124926823112014-10-21T13:04:00.001-07:002014-10-21T13:04:37.119-07:00KAHO'OLAWE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-88137452348841177012014-10-21T13:03:00.000-07:002014-10-21T13:03:46.441-07:00SUNRISE HEAT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-25048614671304894322014-10-18T10:18:00.000-07:002015-01-17T13:59:55.006-08:00SUNRISE FATIGUE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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After almost 25 days of sunrises,I am getting up later and later. This is happening partly because I am staying up later, but also the sunrises are beginning to repeat themselves in my paintings. I am looking for a different light, some long morning shadows, maybe a different color pattern. And just 15 minutes later gives me a whole new palette to work with.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-74658485726649472432014-10-16T10:17:00.000-07:002015-01-17T14:01:22.027-08:00HAWAIIAN DASCYLLUS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mFmmgsz9Y8/VDF850l-PvI/AAAAAAAABk0/RPua4eNuboQ/s1600/West%2BMaui%2Bat%2BDawn%2B700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mFmmgsz9Y8/VDF850l-PvI/AAAAAAAABk0/RPua4eNuboQ/s1600/West%2BMaui%2Bat%2BDawn%2B700.jpg" height="292" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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This little coral mound houses a colony of Hawaiian Dascyllus. They gather in a range of sizes, from the two-inch almost-black adults to younger fish with white on their dusky sides, to tiny disks the size of my pinky fingernail, that are mostly fin. These itty-bitties have a neon-blue stripe across their nose. They all flutter in and out of the coral like Nemo in his anemone home.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-46841652914219287712014-10-14T10:13:00.000-07:002015-01-17T14:02:42.850-08:00RED DIRT<br />
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The winds of Kihei blow with a fine red dirt. Like something out of the midwest dust bowl, it comes in the windows and settles on every horizontal surface. It covers lampshades, sifts into carpets, stains tile. I've been driving with the car windows shut and still red dirt gets in the car. I try to clean a spot on the upholstery and learn the hard way that you have to vacuum first, or red dirt will leave a ring around the clean spot. Maui red dirt makes cleaning a neverending process.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-65194333452701347112014-10-12T11:55:00.000-07:002015-01-17T14:03:13.072-08:00OCTOPUS HIDE AND SEEK<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I come upon an octopus in pretty shallow water. He retreats behind a head of coral. But he just can't resist sticking his eyes up to see if I'm still there. I am. He slides farther round the coral. Up come the eyes. If I stay back, he just looks at me. If I approach, he retreats. But always, the eyes come up. Just checking.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-26475624804341444552014-10-10T18:56:00.000-07:002015-01-17T14:03:58.529-08:00BEING YELLOW<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I am constantly amazed at the versatility of the trumpetfish's coloring. I've seen them pattern their tails to mimic the peacock grouper, turn green enough to blend in with the coral, and even brighten to a blue that matches a parrotfish. Today's trumpet is being yellow. There are some yellow tang nearby. I hope he doesn't think he looks like one of them. He doesn't have the figure for it.<br />
<br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-26432533104692297482014-10-08T18:55:00.000-07:002015-01-17T14:04:47.706-08:00SUNTANS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEyxLQgI3GU/VDCk3mWMYBI/AAAAAAAABkM/sm0UF05dBpg/s1600/Dawn%2BPalms%2B(2)%2B500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEyxLQgI3GU/VDCk3mWMYBI/AAAAAAAABkM/sm0UF05dBpg/s1600/Dawn%2BPalms%2B(2)%2B500.jpg" height="400" width="297" /></a></td></tr>
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Something has shifted on the beaches of Hawaii. Used to be you'd see lots of people lying in the sun getting tans. Now more people are sitting in the shade, and many wear long-sleeved shirts while snorkelling. Different beliefs for different times.Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145251547244629854.post-64050048099906224242014-10-06T11:42:00.000-07:002014-10-06T11:42:00.429-07:00BOXFISH<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />When I think of fish, I think of flexibility. The boxfish is as rigid as they come, a fixed skeletal box of a body, with little fins and tail attached. To make up for his stiffness of body, the tail must bend a full ninety degrees at times, the fins make intricate ruffling patterns like the skirts of Loie Fuller. Even his mouth seems rigid, fixed in a surprised pout. There are not a lot of these fish on the reef I've been visiting. Maybe rigidity is not a very successful strategy.<br /><br /><br /><br />Karen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03109924192012330879noreply@blogger.com0Kihei, HI, USA20.759167 -156.45722220.640389000000003 -156.6185835 20.877945 -156.2958605