ESCAPING THE HEAT

Riverside Rocks, 8 x 10 oil

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.

BUY YE BANANAS WHILE YE MAY

Sunrise Cloud Pattern, 6 x 8 oil

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.

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.

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!

WHALE SONG

Mackerel Sunrise, 9 x 12 oil

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.

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.

SUNSET

Golden Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil

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.

MOTORBOATS AT NIGHT

Cloudy Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil on panel

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.

MOORISH IDOLS

Honokeana Mackerel Sunrise, 12 x 9 oil

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!

HANA IN WINTER

Hamoa Sunrise, 9 x 12 oil

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!