Wednesday, October 2, 2019

on Mahatma Gandhi's 150th birthday


Here are some of Mahatma Gandhi's quotes that reverberate in my mind:

A man is but a product of his thoughts. What he thinks he becomes." 


‘When you are right, you have no need to be angry. When you are wrong, you have no right to be angry.’

‘A No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.’ 

‘Glory lies in the attempt to reach one’s goal and not in reaching it.’ 

‘It’s easy to stand in the crowd but it takes courage to stand alone.’

'My life is my message.'


photo: bruce behnke

Monday, September 23, 2019

happy mid-autumn festival






Today is the autumnal equinox.  In China and Taiwan this past week has seen celebrations of the mid-autumn festival, but the autumnal equinox has been commemorated for centuries.

Chinese poet Li Bai (李白) (701-762) wrote this thirteen hundred years ago:


Quiet Night Thoughts (靜夜思)

床前明月光。 Before my bed there is bright moonlight,
疑是地上霜。 So that it seems like frost on the ground:
舉頭望明月。 Lifting my head I watch the bright moon,
低頭思故鄉。 Lowering my head I dream that I’m home.


photo: bruce behnke
poem translation: arthur cooper

Saturday, September 14, 2019

the great American west







flying over the great American west never fails to remind me how beautiful and how immense our country is.  this wildness needs to be protected and preserved, not exploited and destroyed as some in Washington would like.


photos: bruce behnke


Wednesday, September 4, 2019

point lobos walk















Point Lobos, California

(c) 2019 Bruce Behnke



Friday, August 16, 2019

the situation warrants repeating this...



a glimpse of Greenland...


Taking crazy things seriously is—a serious waste of time.  

~Haruki Murakami in Kafka on the Shore

photo: Bruce Behnke, (c) 2014
all rights reserved

Saturday, August 3, 2019

climate change and Hawaii





I've participated in photographing the effects of climate change on Hawaii for the past several years as a part of The University Hawai‘i Sea Grant College Program.

Each year, comparing the effects of the 'King Tides,' the ocean takes a little more of the Islands.  





Pearl Harbor laps up against the bicycle trail.



Inches from intrusion into Blaisdell Park



This stretch of the bicycle trail in Aiea is now almost impassable at high tide.


photos: (c) bruce behnke 2019



Friday, July 19, 2019

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.