One crisp morning in Kona, humanity stepped out along the volcanic coastline. It’s barren rock, the rock that made way for Man’s net, whispered in silent acknowledgement; what we do is not for the sport of our counterparts, but a means of connectivity to the food we eat.
Under plumes of cloud, seemingly made of red phosphorus, divers washed away the malice in the seawater without debt. And so with the pelagic blue, time becomes irrelevant, just as things slow in moments of pure focus, I had a recognizable sentiment that life was about to be taken. A pair of rose colored glasses drifted slowly into the depths, fading into darkness.
A community recognizes the kill. Evoking the rare smile of the elders, recalling days of their youth, feeding the universal longing not only of stomach - but of heart.
Hawaii, 2020. On assignment for OluKai.