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 You could be a Silver Star that Shines on my Blue Island
 

A few of you have requested a picture of something "warm". Here is the best that I can do today.

I work in a building that has gates at every outside access. No doors, No glass, No screens. No emergency storm doors held in reserve. The breezes flow through my building unrestricted every day, all year. And this is Hilo, one of the wettest cities in the United States. The rain usually falls as a mist, rather like the fine spray that descends upon the vegatables in your local grocery store. Always it is a warm spray.

I actually spied a fellow last week walking in a downpour with an unbrella folded up under his arm. He was drenched and smiling. He was strolling with an easy gate.

This is now my home. My head still spins about it.



Weather for Hilo, HI
5:59 PM Monday January 29, 2007
Currently 81°F
Clear
Wind: SE at 16 mph
Humidity: 48% Mon

82° | 64° Tue

83° | 65° Wed

84° | 68° Thu

82° | 66° Fri



Posted by Gecko at 11:08 PM - 22 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Magnificent Monkeypod
 


(Picture taken by Gecko in a prominent cemetery on the outskirts of Hilo) This is not a wide angle lense view. The breadth of this tree is not exaggerated! And for the curious, yes - that is the Pacific behind the tree.

The magnificent Monkeypod, perhaps the most admired and widely cultivated trees throughout the tropics, forms a broad umbrella shaped canopy of feathery leaves. The massive trunk and branch structure of a mature Monkeypod reaches horizontally with an awe-inspiring grace and symmetry with astonishing structural integrity. It came as no surprise that it's wood can be as dense as the finest mahogany.

The Monkeypod has the capacity to provide its own nitrogenous fertilizer symbiotically through bacteria that live in nodules on their roots. The friendly bacteria chemically convert nitrogen gas from the air into soluble compounds that the plant can absorb and utilise. The Monkeypod effectively fertilizes itself.

Quite unlike the Banyan, the Monkeypod allows healthy grass to grow right up to its trunk. Abundantly produced nitrogen and the fact that the leaflets of the tree fold together at night and during rainy weather, allows the rain to fall through!

The Monkeypod is grown commercially producing seedpods with an edible pulp. When ripe, the pulp is sweet and sugary, with a flavour rather like licorice.

Needless to say, the wood of the Monkeypod is highly valued for furniture and boat building.

its seeds, which arrive in long pods, have been used in a limited way as emergency food. They are roasted, soaked to remove the seedcoat, then boiled or fried, or ground to a flour or starch. In Thailand, roasted seeds are ground and used as a substitute for coffee.

Its fruit can be used in fruit preserving and is recommended as a stabilizer in ice cream, mayonnaise and cheese and as an ingredient or agent in a number of pharmaceutical products.

In Malaysia, the wood ashes are employed in tanning and in de-hairing goatskins. Or, Gecko can recommend its use in conteracting an overdose of elephant dung and banyan root to the scalp.

Medicinal uses of the Monkeypod are uncountable. But lets briefly begin with the most interesting:

1. The pulp has been official in the British and American and most other pharmacopoeias and some 200,000 lbs (90,000 kg) of the shelled fruits have been annually imported into the United States for the drug trade.

2. Alone, or in combination with lime juice, honey, milk, dates, spices or camphor, the pod pulp is considered effective as a digestive, even for elephants.

3. In native practice, the pulp is applied on inflammations, is used in a gargle for sore throat and, mixed with salt, as a liniment for rheumatism. It is, further, administered to alleviate sunstroke and (seriously) alcoholic intoxication.

4. In Colombia, an ointment made of Monkeypod pulp, butter, and other ingredients is used to rid domestic animals of vermin.

5. An infusion of the roots is believed to have curative value an ingredient in prescriptions for leprosy.

There is a superstition that it is harmful to sleep or to tie a horse beneath the monkeypod, probably (seriously) because of the corrosive effect that fallen leaves have on fabrics in damp weather.

To certain Burmese, the tree represents the dwelling-place of the rain god and some hold the belief that the tree raises the temperature in its immediate vicinity.

In Nyasaland, Monkeypod bark soaked with corn is given to domestic fowl in the belief that, if they stray or are stolen, they will cause them to return home.

Mrs Gecko has been drinking and bathing regularly in Monkeypod bark juice and has never strayed from my side in 35 years of Marriage. She also has never had need to shave her legs either.
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 Hawaiian Epiphyte
 


The largest tree in the world and the most sought after tiny blooming plants (orchids) are epiphytic. Epiphytic plants grow upon or attach to another living plant.


If you guess they attach in order to steal nourishment, guess again. These are not parasitic. I have seen orchids (epiphytes) suspended in the air, not rooted in soil, thriving and blooming while taking nourishment from the rain and sun alone. As a consequence, the epiphyte can begin its life as a seed that germanates on another plant and develop a root system primarily for physical support. Many orchid plants find safety at distances well above the ground, where predators are less likely to find them..


One grand epiphyte is the The Banyon tree (Hindu: Kalpavriksha meaning 'Wish Fulfilling Tree'). It represents eternal life because of its seemingly ever-expanding branches.


Photo of Banyan Tree taken by Gecko on the edge of Hilo Bay in a city park 30 yards from the surf. (Given Gecko's recent surf-related experience, he had one eye focused in the viewfinder, the other on the surf behind him.)

An understatement is to describe the Banyon as very large. The Crusoe family (Robinson Crusoe) lived in one. The Banyan begins its life by sending aerial roots downward seeking the ground after securing a foothold. Specialized structures (for example, cups and scales) may be used to collect or hold moisture. When the aerial roots of a Banyan penetrate the ground, they become accessory trunks while thickening and hardening. To make matters more intense, these accessory trunks where they make contact with each other – fuse, creating a web of support for the tree that is now growing upward and outward. The Banyon after penetrating the ground is no longer epiphytic, gaining nourishment from the soil. Because of this aggressive growth, it will eventually suffocate its supporting tree, totally eliminating that tree’s access to available light and space to grow. The network of fused trunk of older Banyans can reach more than 200m in diameter with a a tree height of 100 ft..


Prior to discovering the nature of the Banyan here in Hawaii, while living in Colorado I had come to know that the Aspen grove to be the largest living organism on the planet. Aspens propogate through a common and expanding root system, sending up trees where it is appropriate. Curious isn’t it, that the Banyan propogates its expansion literally from the expanding limbs from above.


Minor deities such as yakshas (tree spirits), Kinnaras (half-human, half-animal) and gandharvas (celestial musicians) are believed to dwell in the branches on banyan trees. Ghosts and demons are also associated with its branches. Because it is believed that many spirits are harboured in the banyan, people do not sleep under it at night.


Women of the Indo-Nepal Terai region crush the prop root of the banyan into a paste with elephants dung and apply it to their head to promote a long and luxurious hair growth. This practice has not become the rage in America or Europe for lack of elephants.


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 And You will be here in my arms just sleeping............
 

A special whisper to one here, who I have come to love as a true Brother.

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, Grey Ships pass into the west.




Lay down your sweet and weary head,
Night is falling, you have come to journey's end.
Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before,
They are calling from across a distant shore.
Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my armes, you're only sleeping.

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass,
A light on the water, all souls pass.

Hope fades into the world of night,
Through shadows falling out of memory and time.
Don't say, We have come now to the end?
White shores are calling, you and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms, just sleeping.

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, Grey Ships pass into the west.

Artist: Annie Lennox Lyrics
Song: Into The West (The Lord Of The Rings)

(Photo comes to you from a friend here on the Big Island, who snapped it on a nearby Island.) Thank you.

Curious, isn't it that a sunset such as this can be seen most anywhere. All you need is a stretch of water. And water isn't really necessary, now, is it?
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 The Wave
 

Many of you have generously regarded by pictures as special and some of you, breathtaking. Please provide me the rare opportunity of a word picture painted just for you. Stay with me if you will.

I was introduced yesterday to someone who has always been friend. The breaking wave of a lazy New Jersey summer warms the spirit and remains ever pleasant in my memory. The surf of a particular Hawaiian winter day (yesterday, Jan 2nd) I regarded with the same fondness. Yet she rose more than double in size before me. I did not take this as menacing. Of course, frolicking in the winter NJ surf with its icy storm surge exceeds absurdity. But Hawaiian January temperatures coax the swimmer to the surf zone where sets of 12 – 15 ft. waves approach, breaking with rhythmic cadence. Before venturing out, for some time my wife and I sat silently watching this awesome beauty. Plunging breaking waves would crash with such force that the recoil of foaming broken water would fly to the same height as the original crested wave. This was astonishing to us. For the first time we had heard this surf as we earlier exited our car way up in the parking lot.

Allowing the smaller breaking wave of a New Jersey summer to roll over my back and diving under the skirt of her taller sisters had always refreshed my spirit. It will forever bring a smile to my face. So diving beneath the skirt of her Hawaiian winter sister took no greater effort. Her force skimmed over my back.

Standing on the outer edge of the surf zone beyond the regular breaking waves surprised then distressed me. First, the regular surge lifted my feet higher off the bottom requiring a considerably greater effort than expected in maintaining my head above the water. Second and unknown to me at the time, I had entered a zone where a lateral current delicately and persistently bumped me off my feet, requiring even greater resources to maintain standing equilibrium. But the water remained warm and I had defeated the wave, dancing at her back!

After a relatively brief period of time, I began to become conscious with a growing fatigue. And then I became conscious of a reality that brought the dagger of anxiety.

How would I return to my wife who watched me from the beach?

I was bouncing behind plunging, crashing waves. I could not simply swim within her grasp, for she WOULD grasp me, lift me above her shoulders and slam me to the surf bed twelve feet beneath her. And as I lay there perhaps conscious, she would drop her sledge hammer and break - if not just smother me. I remembered while sitting with my wife moments earlier that the entire length of the coast had been dominated by these same tall, powerful, plunging waves. Spending my energy moving laterally would provide no escape. Nor could I approach from the rear and dive beneath her, for I would be off my feet and the buoyancy of the salt water forbade me from any such attempt. Fear gripped me as fatigue grew.

There was only one way back. If I could time my approach of the crash zone so as to follow her at her rear skirt tails, I could slide in behind her then hurry forward ahead of the next crashing wave. If I were grasped, most of her force would have past.

This was the plan and I carried it out flawlessly – had the conditions been as expected. Certainly as I approached from behind, she reached back, she grasped me, and she threw me helplessly forward. As I was rolling with eyes closed, unknown to me the undertow drew me to her. In regaining my footing, that same lateral current that I thought was on the back side of the wave greeted me at her front. My delay in standing first concerned me then as I turned to spot the next wave, fear and panic consumed me. She was above me!! All I could do was crouch. The force at which she hit me did not destroy me, nor take my breath away. I only had a moment to take a gulp of air in crouching. When this wave was finished with me, moments went by without knowledge of where I was in relation to the shore. Rising to the surface and gaining partial footing in a crouched position I quickly estimated my proximity to shore. My heart fell. It appeared I was no closer. I turned back to her and she immediately hit me again. Again I staggered and stood. And in standing I yelled almost blindly, “Help”. Without turning I spotted a fellow perhaps 10 yards toward the shore who heard me. He quickly yelled, “Let the next one take you in.” I waited for her without turning, feeling breathless while desperately gasping for air. Pounded hard again, I found myself more forward as the water cleared about me. I staggered half upright and forward. It was all I could do to simply stand in the swirling surf at my thighs, for I was spent and losing buoyancy. I groped up the beach to my wife. Watching me all the time, she had no idea why I was now collapsed and broken at her feet.

So given what I have just described, what think you of this much, MUCH larger wave? (not taken by me)

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