Author Archives: John

Laysan Albatross

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis) 
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis)
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis) 
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis)
Kilauea Point

We were lucky enough, while on Kauai, to see some albatross nesting. Fairly tame and docile birds, the females mate for life, some attaining 60 years. Subject to widespread hunting in the early 1900s for their feathers, the population of the Layson Albatross is rebounding. The juvenile albatross does not return to the colony for three years, spending that time at sea or in the air, and does not mate until six or seven years old.

More Sycamores, and Green

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What a difference a week plus an inch and a half rain make, low temperatures in the mid-forties, high 70° yesterday—truly a miracle: rain, seed and green.

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1st-calf heifers and Wagyu X calves

1st-calf heifers and Wagyu X calves

SFO

Sunup at SFO

Sunup at SFO

Among the cobbles of a novel
waiting for the plane sent-on
without us, last night, vouchers

dangling at the end of a chain
reaction of late take-offs—midnight
dinner delivered to a Comfort Inn

for roaches, instead of falling
dead into our own beds
after the quarter-mile jog

to a shuttle and another terminal—
bushy-tailed guard at the gate,
arms folded like a Samoan

before our parked aircraft.
A novel about efficiency
and how we got here—

how we’ve become helpless
as cattle in a corral to make
work-enough for everyone.

Jessica & Jaro

Jessica & Jaro

Jessica & Jaro

Robbin & I have been in Kauai, a tropical paradise, this past week for my daughter Jessica’s wedding. I’ll attempt to post some more photos in the coming days. While we were gone, our country was blessed with an 1.5″ of rain. We were welcomed home to puddles and hillsides greening. A great start to another season.

Jess & Jaro - 11/29/12 - Taro Patch, Anatola, Kauai

Jess & Jaro – 11/29/12 – Taro Patch, Anatola, Kauai

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #7

Like old shoes, life seems
to fit my feet, make me
calloused, gradually.

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #6

Dogs bark in the dark.
I scratch on white sheets
‘til the sun comes round again.

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #5

Bulls out, bellows own
the canyon. Breathe and relax,
the cycle complete.

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #4

Top bales of alfalfa,
a long way down the stack
dance with gravity.

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #3

In the mile below,
lifetimes between here
and sounds of machinery.

HAIKU FOR KAUAI: #2

Don’t punish yourself
in the dust of December—
it will rain—some day.