Family and I took a trip to Kona (The Big Island, Hawaii) day after Christmas returning on New Year's Eve.I lived in Kona from 1989-1998. I remember when there was only one traffic light on the Queen Ka'ahumanu highway between Kailua-Kona and the "Rock Resorts." I remember before Kaeaholi Airpot became an international airport and the only private planes where Piper Cubs, and occasional Cessna not the 20 plus Gulf Streams that now hedge the tarmac. I remember Hapuna before the Prince Resort. It is still a special place for me; my favorite beach in the whole wide world. Great bodysurfing, snorkeling, sunbathing and scenery.
This latest trip left me thinking I should capture an image before it is irrevocably lost like so many other points in time.
Ever been on a beach, waves breaking on the sand, murmuring all around, indistinct conversations spattered with occasionally audible phrases when suddenly all is silent, even the surf seems to have paused?Seeking to capture a similar visual experience: gather clouds, bloated cumulus at saturation point, darkening sky; imminent rain suddenly gives way to cloudless highlights. Depicting this moment has seemed to me crucial in evoking sudden change.
Hapuna Point is a departure: textile layer is limited to ocean in selected areas and the lava flows in both the foreground and background. The oil layer builds the palette accenting green, red, purple, sand and flavors of beige (bottom right closeup)Overall, I am satisfied with the results: as always comments are appreciated. Don't be shy!
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