Celebrate Oceans. Refuse Plastic.

Beach finds last week: Plastic toothbrush; plastic baby powder bottle; plastic hagfish (eel) trap; plastic coat hanger; and a sundry of unidentifiable bits and chunks of plastic in a rainbow of colors—none of it left behind by beach-goers but based on its snagged and worn condition, arrived by water. I imagine a fisherman up early,…

September in the Rear View.

September’s come and gone. How did that happen? I blame it on Mark Twain. My head was down all month, re-living his escapades in Hawaii. I poured through his 25 dispatches for the Sacramento Union. I dug into his notebooks and letters. I scoured a gem of a book–Mark Twain and Hawaii–by Walter Francis Frear….

An Afternoon of Monk Seal—and People—Watching

By the time I get to the remote end of a North Shore beach where two Hawaiian monk seals are hauled out, there are already three naked people under the heliotrope tree where I usually sit. But they’re nice, offer me a piece of their Peruvian fruit, yacón, and report the seals galumphed onto the…

Awaiting #Iselle.

I’m sitting under the umbrella canopy of a heliotrope tree. Usually, there are bees bouncing from blossom to blossom in these trees, just enough to stop me from sitting this close. But there are no bees today. Either the winds are too strong or they sense the pending storm and are already hunkering down. Hunkering…