High cirrusy overcast today; the slightly filtered light makes the air feel cooler on the skin. It remains dry, and shadowplay in the hale is fun to watch. Yesterday was spent (much of it, at least) watching...the webcams. Along with declining tilt, Pele seemed to have diminished her activity. Loko ahi looked half crusted over (those purplish hues), and West Vent seemed inactive for hours. Kind of addicting, the popping in and out of webcams...is She there? How active is She? Tilt had turned upward the previous day (1/9/21) at 6p or so. Cycles, lagging, advancing, who knows? She does...
The following series is from yesterday. West Vent is near the bottom. First, a glowing dot, then a flow down, camera-side.
Increasing vigor as demonstrated by yellow-white
Above and Below at nearly the same time, 350p
Then the flow from the cone cascades down, to the right, and onto the ledge at the right.
A few hours later, the ledge flow cools...
And today at 1248p
The upper part of the loko ahi remains coolish, with clots of even cooler pele. Perhaps I get obsessed by colors and process, but Iʻve come to enjoy webcams and their intervaled imagery. I know that if we were standing, watching from the rim, weʻd miss much of the detail. So mahalo again to the diligent staff of HVO.
After staying mostly home for several days, fussing with knees and whatla, I decided to go for a stroll today. Got out of bed, stood, and thought Oh! Not too bad!!! Several steps confirmed that today might be a Good Day. Mindful, and heeding advice of a friend, I walked slowly, with attentive care, to Kūpinaʻi Pali. And a successful stroll it was! Iʻve missed the hovering and ever shape-shifting ao māhu, and sitting under ao manu, wispy cirrus. Unfurling uluhe in foreground.
A faint wisp of bluish fume rises, and its mostly water vapors cool and condense to form ao māhu. Maunaloa rises at the right, and sharp eyes can make out former HVO at Uēkahuna, the highest point on the far rim. Some references say Uēkāhuna (plural, wailing priests). The dark flows on the papa, the floor, in the foreground are 1974 and 1971.
Pink-fruited pūkiawe. Aliʻi walked through its smoke to cleanse and purify after mingling with people having less mana. If youʻre able to look RealGood, the lower left branchlets have a couple open pua. White, tubular, with star openings. See?
And then, the waxy leaves of ʻiliahi (sandalwood,
Santalum paniculatum) at Kīlauea, with beads of water, and brownish purplish liko (young leaves).
The ʻiliahi endemic to Haleakalā, Santalum haleakalae, has maroon flower clusters. Very striking.
And by Randy Bartlett on Maui, at fstoppers.com, an ʻiʻiwi delicately sipping ʻiliahi nectar. I shall never forget the sight, the raucousness, of hundreds of flitting ʻiʻiwi in fullbloom koa at Keanakolu in the early 80s. An amazement!
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Ka wai mūkīkī ale pua ʻiliahi a ka manu
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From Emersonʻs "Pele and Hiʻiaka", p30, a line from a chant, with "pua ʻiliahi" substituted for "lehua"...I can easily hear kumu nalanik and the rustle and taptap of ʻulīʻulī (rattles, feathered or not).
And if memory serves, I recall Degener mentioning that "iliʻahi" = firey skin. He says that a species of lichen on the trunk glows at night...maybe one of you have heard this too?
The UPDATE:
Till next time, as always, with aloha,
BobbyC
maniniowali@gmail.com
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