Working on my soon-to-be-offered workshop.
I’m practicing shining a light into the shadows.
Approaching Maui
December 25, 2015 by Leave a Comment
The sea, the skies, the clouds, awaiting sunrise…
A view to cherish.
Approaching Maui.
Haleakala Volcano shrouded in clouds.
Haleakala National Park is an hour’s drive southwest of Kahului and is home of Haleakala Volcano. Amazing place, sacred place to generations of native Hawaiians.
Haleakala National Park stretches along the southern and eastern coast of Maui. As the tallest peak on the island, Haleakala rises over 10,000 feet and it can be seen from almost anywhere on the island. The Hawaiian legend of Maui the Demigod, one of the greatest cultural gods of Hawaii, tells of him standing on the peak of Haleakala and lassoing the sun as it crossed the sky so that the sun would slow its descent and make the day last longer.
The sunrise did peek through the clouds that shrouded Haleakala as we pulled towards port. That evening, we saw the sunset from the summit of the volcano, the clouds parted just in time to let the light stream through (in a post soon to come…)
Exploring the Eastern Coast
November 8, 2013 by 2 Comments
Kure Beach © 2013 Bo Mackison
“The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.
Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.
The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.Dare to breach the surface and sink.”
~ Vera Nazarian
Endless Waves
July 11, 2013 by Leave a Comment
Endless Waves © 2013 Bo Mackison
“You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.” ~ Alysha Speer
The view spreads beyond, endless.
Faraway, a blue thread separates water from air.
Waves constant, but ever changing.
Waves ever changing, but constant.
The thread so easily binds; the thread is so easily cut.
And still the waves sweep the shore
ever constant, ever changing.
We walk the ever shifting sands.
In stillness we stand grounded.
The beauty holds our gaze.
Ever constant, ever changing.
The beauty holds us dearly.
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She reconnected with some of her most beloved people this past weekend, and fell in love with the endless ocean landscape.
Washington Tidal Pool
July 4, 2010 by 6 Comments
Green Sea Anemone © 2010 Bo Mackison
Tidal pool discoveries from our visit to Tongue Point on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington.
While we were climbing on the slippery, blue-mussel and seaweed mixture that is exposed on the shoreline rocks at low tide, we did see quite a few tidal pools. No star fish or hermit crabs or sand dollars, but there was quite a lot of floating yellow rockweed in the pools of water.
We also saw three pools that had green sea anemones. Even though they look like underwater flowers, they are animals. As prey moves past the anemone, it shoots a tentacle or two out from it’s hidden place and paralyzes its prey, typically a small fish or crustacean, with a deadly sting. Pretty, but not such pretty manners — if you’re a sculpin swimming by.
