And then I sigh...
There seems to be...Too Much... Too much social media, too much uninformed reportage, too much rollercoaster emotion... and I live Up Here! In an ʻōhiʻa and hāpuʻu rain forest, with apapane, and my volunteer ʻōlapa, now 15 or 20 feet tall, and for the first time, laden with fruit...and my new hale pahuwai, thanks to nephew and niece and their keiki, and right now bluesky morninglight.
And then I look at pictures of Down There! Pretty much all I can say is Auē auē auē... Of course itʻs not at all surprising that Pele is so busy there. She has been for centuries. But during short intermissions, mayhaps we believe that everything will be as it is. Bucolic charm, and all that implies. Then the stomping begins. The hulihia of peoples lives. Not that itʻs of any reassurance, but 1840, 1955, 1960, 1977...the "recent" pele, all were relatively of short duration. Weeks, months, but not decades... Maybe we can pray that this will be similarly brief.
And now we live on edge...and try to make the best of it.
So.
Here at the summit of Kīlauea, steam and ash emanate alternately from Halemaʻumaʻu, with the occasional apparently silent explosion. Hawaiʻi Volcanoes National Park remains closed. Seismicity (ʻōlaʻi, earthquakes) is moderate. Tradewinds blessedly (for us) blow, though Kaʻū folks are having to cope with ashfall.
from Volcano House cam this morning: ashy steam. Blue wedge at right is slope of Mauna Loa. |
Below is the ʻōlaʻi graphic from the Summit area this morning. Didnʻt feel any of them. Bluish grey at the bottom is the ocean, with the slight bulge of ʻĀpua point:
And down to Puna ma kai:
All those massive flows of ʻaʻā with pāhoehoe-ish channels, and pāhoehoe, and the bluish fume, and the bluewhitebrown smoke and white steam from the ocean entries, and every thing being buried...it boggles the mind. Truly it does.
at dawn, so the fountains in Keahialaka (Leilani Estates) are visible. |
LERZ (lower East Rift Zone) ʻōlaʻi. No recent Reds. |
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