My Honolulu Airspace

A   L   O   H   A  !

After living below decks

on our boat for 20 years,

I now have intimate communion

with cloudy friends & relatives

from my high parapet.

Planes arriving and leaving

via Honolulu International Airport

fly offshore, along the coast of Waikiki.

I have a nice view of landings 

and takeoffs

under my oversight

Joint Base Hickam-Pearl Harbor

is in the same vicinity.

Here an F-22 Raptor 

sports like a

spirited pony.

Boeing C-17 Heavy Airlift ships 

globe-hop from here:

Humanitarian missions

throughout the Pacific

in times of disaster:

Samoan tsunami-

Japanese earthquake/tsunami.

And, yes,

they carry people & arms

to war.

( Returning warriors

are usually aboard chartered

commercial craft. )

Here Airforce One

says goodbye to Oahu

after a visit 

by the First Family.

 

See the plane to the right?

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Where are they all going?

Aloha-

Of course, there are those of us

who have found our home,

our Shangri  La,

here in Honolulu Town.

Happily

visitors like to come

and visit us-

JOLLY!

Thank You  

SO

for being among them-

                           

                     Warmly, cloudia