I recall that this particular Sunday, hit harder than other Sunday's, that the moment of recognition that the day had to end, would be lost somewhere between the bookend of the evenings sleep and the following weekend. I might recall the next Sunday of this particular moment, or look back to this photo as a reminder of that transient feeling of wading into the streaming flow of time, held afloat on the back of another day of the week. That we all feel this envy of ourselves tranposed upon the ideal of the day, is less comforting and more alarming, that we don't do more to create these moments in the majority of hours that make up our actual week. I close my eyes to envision this lighthouse, caught in the haze of my subconscious fog, and dwindling in the distance, the day has finally given us it's beauty just a few moments before it takes it away. I wake each morning, and in a sort of karmic jest, drive the half a block to the Sound's edge, and glance across the water to this lighthouse, stop every so often in these morning strolls, and snap off a picture of the same lighthouse, only just out of true reach.
Happy Aloha Friday! ( BLOG LINK ) There is a Japanese proverb that says, “A wise-man climbs Mt. Fuji once; a fool climbs it twice.” 316 years ago tomorrow marks the last eruption of Mt Fuji, Japan’s most kenspeckle landmark. Situated roughly 2 hours from Tokyo, it is the highest mountain in Japan with its 12,000 ft stature rising up from the landscape like the platonic form of a volcano. Though deemed a low risk eruption threat, Fuji is still an active volcano, part of the Pacific Ring of Fire , home to 452 volcanoes surrounding the Pacific Ocean, roughly 75% of the world’s active and dormant volcanoes, accounting for almost 90% of the world’s earthquakes. Put another way: Major tectonic activity! Fuji holds a lot of spiritual significance, being one of Japan’s three holy mountains, along with Mount Tate and Mount Haku. Sitting atop Fuji is Okumiya shrine , the highest shrine in all of Japan. Ironically, or fittingly depending on how you slice it, lying in the northwest foothi