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Into the Golden Awakening: Transiting the Waikiki Channel at Dawn
The night air still carries the cool, rich scent of damp earth and mountain fern drifting down from the Koʻolau Range, but the eastern horizon is already undergoing a violent, magnificent transformation. Long before the golden rim of the sun crests the deep Pacific swell, the sky erupts in bruised indigos, fiery tangerines, and luminous amber that melt seamlessly into the dark silhouettes of Waikiki’s waking skyline.
Aboard the 39-foot cutter Aria, the atmosphere is quiet, focused, and charged with anticipation. Every halyard is secured, every winch checked twice. Today, the endless horizon calls us south.
Threading the Needle through the Reef
Before we can feel the unhindered heave of the open ocean, we must thread the narrow, submerged maze of the Waikiki channel. The coral heads loom like pale shadows beneath the surface, guarded by the restless surge of the Pacific swell wrapping around Diamond Head.
The channel demands absolute respect. In the dim light of dawn, the water shifts from deep navy over the trench to a vibrant, electric turquoise where the reef rises to meet the breaking waves.
With the auxiliary engine humming a steady rhythm beneath the sole, we line up our transit bearings. The iconic silhouette of Lēʻahi (Diamond Head) towers over our starboard quarter, its ancient volcanic ridge catching the very first horizontal rays of dawn. The air is alive with the low drone of morning offshore breezes and the distant, rhythmic boom of surf crashing against the outer reef barrier.
We steer carefully between the markers, watching the depth sounder tick downward—18 feet, 15 feet, 12 feet—before the bottom suddenly drops away into the welcoming, ink-dark abyss of the open blue. We are clear of the reef.
Setting Sail for the Christmas Islands
With open water ahead, we kill the engine. The sudden silence is profound, broken only by the gentle hiss of foam rushing along the hull and the crisp, cracking flutter of canvas as we hoist the mainsail. As the mainsheet is trimmed hard and the genoa unfurls to catch the steady, building trade winds, Aria heels over gracefully, finding her groove.
Our bow points south-southeast. Ahead lies a vast, unforgiving, and deeply beautiful wilderness: a 1,200-mile offshore passage across the equator toward Kiritimati (Christmas Island), the world's largest coral atoll.
Passage Details
Departure Point: Honolulu, Oahu (Waikiki Channel)
Destination: Kiritimati (Christmas Island), Line Islands
Estimated Distance: ~1,250 Nautical Miles
Current Conditions at sea: NE Trade winds 15–18 kts, Seas 3–5 ft, Dawn twilight
As the sun finally breaks free of the cloud deck, flooding the ocean with molten gold, the last twinkling lights of Honolulu fade into memory. Out here, time is measured not by hours, but by watch changes, stellar navigation, and the endless rhythm of wind and wave. Sheets are trimmed, the wind vane is engaged, and the great blue adventure begins.
The Red Thread
In Swedish, the expression ”den röda tråden”, which means ”the red thread”, is used much like the English expression ”the common thread” - it describes a recurring theme or characteristic, or sometimes a guiding principle. The same expression is used in German: ”der rote Faden”. Maybe it exists in other languages too.
When I began thinking about this week’s Self Portrait Sunday theme, ”the red thread” came to mind. Over the last years, following the red thread has sort of become my theme song. I try to focus as much as I can on things that are really important to me personally, which to a great extent means working on developing my talents. I get better and better on prioritizing this over caring about what others might think, and over conventional notions and ideas on what constitutes a socially acceptable lifestyle. In short, I am trying my best to follow my red thread, even on days that it might seem hopelessly tangled. I detangle it bit by bit, and it makes my heart sing.
Aircraft departing from Albuquerque Sunport weaves its way through a monsoon super cell. Belen, New Mexico USA
I sure am glad this guy was not aggressive as I Almost put my hand down on him! I was painting the deck and going around the bottom of the spindles. I had my hand on the railing, sort of steadying myself. When I straightened up.... there he was just inches from my hand! He posed really nicely for me though so I didn't squash him. :)
A contemporary art exhibition in an empty apartment building which was later demolished: Katajainen kansa.
These French wooden bobbins are tiny at only 1½" long. They date from the 1930s and still have plenty of silk thread on them. They're lying on top of some hand torn fabric ribbon and in the background is one mother-of-pearl end of a Victorian sewing spool.
For this week's Macro Mondays group theme, Multicolor.
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The second collection from ~Cat~ (wetcat flux/Rie silverfall) and yours truly is finally here. These last two collection are all about the refuge we find through art in RL and SL.
Today we present to you the Threaded Wonders collection. About the smoothness embroidery art can bring to your life. First and Second.
This collection is made of two packs and of course a fatpack is available at a discount.
Everything is available in both PBR and non PBR versions.
💜 Crafting Pack with animations and poses embodied for this collection only. The pack includes: Groups desk and rocking chair with props with 4 bento animations and 4 static poses with pop up props. The pack also includes the table and the rocking chair in decor only and Embroidery in the making needle and thread.
💜 Decor Pack with different Hoops, Treasure Jar, Treasure Box, Ready Embroidery of two kinds, Scissors open and closed, Threads of different kinds and colours and Table Lamp
💜 Fatpack includes everything at a nice discount.
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Just inside the entrance to the Fellini Museum is this installation which evokes his early work as a satirist, cartoonist & journalist.
Nikon F4. Nikkor 50mm F1.2 lens. Bergger Pancro 400 35mm B&W film.
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Voice Thread es una herramienta muy recomendable :-) para hacer audiolibros y presentaciones multimedia.
West of downtown Chicago, Global I-bound UP doublestacks move from the Geneva to Rockwell subdivisions at Kedzie Avenue while Metra UP West Line train 39- officially, the first outbound of this line's evening rush- squeezes past. UP's California Avenue Yard, almost all of it used for Metra equipment, is to the left.
•By a Thread•
Arms raised, reaching for the sky, half alive and broken. Brittle bones and tattered dreams, a picture tells of words unspoken. Bright lights and dark caves, my mind and soul are lost, lost sometimes, sometimes...
I get asked why I don’t write more, and to be honest, sometimes I just can’t make sense of my words or feelings. I’ve been in such a rut but lately I’ve been feeling better after realizing that part of the reason I’ve been so down could be laziness. I’ve been lazy, I’ve been gaining weight, and in turn my creativity has suffered, I’ve been lazy in my process, and processing. That all ended today, in hopes of being proactive and breaking free of what has been like heavy chains on my soul. Sometimes I just want to feel normal, like “tomorrow I’ll be better”.
A few months ago while out with a client we were treated to one of the most amazing, and strange displays of light, and clouds I’ve ever seen, with temps over 100°, and random lightning (no thunder) striking often and randomly. I was lucky to capture a frame with lightning while the sun was peaking through.
A northbound gets an "Approach Slow" at South Deshler as a northbound train K172 waits in the east siding, K447 waits in the west siding and yet another southbound shows at North Deshler.
We saw lots of doors in Marrakech with remnants of different coloured threads attached to the handles or other bits of door furniture. Once attached several strands are spun together to create a thicker single strand, like the twists of embroidary thread you find in your local habadashers.
Having snapped "Pexford Pic" at Gauxholme, it seemed rude not to wait the extra half-hour and snap the freight behind it, the 8.59am Redcar Bulk Terminal - Fiddlers Ferry PS (6M17), especially seeing as it was a relatively rare coal movement. In this instance GBRf Shed 66701 is doing the honours.
Given the lack of time, I simply opted to drop down Pexford Road (which can be seen on the left of the image) and head up the footpath on the other side to the more traditional overlook.
In the foreground is the Rochdale Canal, which has the dubious honour of being the second highest canal in England at exactly 600' (183m) elevation on the stretch between West Summit and Longlees. That section lies a couple of miles behind me where the canal passes over the shoulder of the hill through which the railway burrows via the more well-known (to railfans at least) Summit Tunnel. With around 19 locks between the summit and Todmorden, visible in the distance, anyone navigating this stretch can be sure of a decent workout.
2nd November 2017
A car traverses the "Needles Eye Tunnel" in Custer State Park, South Dakota. The tunnel measures 8' 9" wide and 9' 8" tall. The headlight flairs were enhanced using the Sunrays tool in Luminar AI.
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*Dawn or civil dawn is the time at which the Sun is 6 degrees below the horizon in the morning. Civil dawn is defined as that time at which there is enough light for objects to be distiguishable and that outdoor activities can commence. Traditionally dawn is the point at which a white thread can be distinguished from a black thread.
Awaiting the Sun, Lake Kaiagamac, Quebec, Canada.