forever, it flowed to the sea: hot orange rock, thick liquid rolling, down to the sea, too hot to imagine. bright orange in darkness, flowing lava makes such a festive nighttime show for all the tourists. steam hisses as liquid rock hits the ocean waves. cooling boulders fall even further, under the waves until something stops them.
a beach with no name, where the lava flowed down to the sea, a secret place, not on any map, but a friendly local told us we should go. such a quiet, private place in paradise! no other tourists, we listened to waves smashing on lava rocks the sound of seabirds and the south pacific! a beach with no name, where the lava flowed down to the sea, a secret place, not on any map
waves in the water, smashing on a lava shore, hot tropical sunshine leaves me wanting more. a wall separates us from each other and our world. a return to those lava islands, sea colours splashing around the rocks swirled. those times have passed; those times may not return. we always try but sometimes fail to learn.
once in a long time, the wave you tried to photograph is exactly right as your mind saw it, is there in the camera. frozen, mid-air, stopped and you see everything as it was, and you want to shout, really really loud. did i mention, it doesn't happen often? the horizon clearly curves, downwards at the ends, when you get high enough you see it. sometimes we need to see things from a little higher up, than our usual position to see things as they really are.
from way up there i could see for miles. the horizon curved. (nothing flat there) the view was fine. island paradises are sweet spots for a quick visit. why do i always want to go home about two weeks after arriving? beautiful ocean blue green and cloudy skies. gorgeous place with stories everywhere... tropical rain keeps things green pirates died of thirst across the way. fifteen men on a dead man's chest. it was over there, on that beach. and then the wind blew up, furious! we had to go.