Because nothing is more tragic or stereotypical than the slack-jawed tourista.
Unless, of course, you want to play that role.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.
It's just not my scene.
The backwoods wonderment is never any more evident than when one is taking pictures.
Which is why, without exception, the Baron and I try to have at least one photoessay per trip of pictures of people taking pictures.
And there are some lulus.
Take this series.
I like to call it, "Hawaii 5-Oh: Why, Ki Ki?"
Photo 1
"Let us partake to the sandy area in our black socks and sneakers, and purvey the vista for the best shot. The water? The sailboats? I'll stay here - you walk a little further down to seek inspiration, and I'll admire the jaunty buttless wonder that is you."Photo 2
"That's it. Shake what your mama gave you.""Look over your shoulder at me.."
"Make me buy what you're sellin'..."
"You're still in the running to becoming America's Next Top Model..."
Photo 3
"An-n-n-nd now you're back.""Your what? Your motivation? Hoo boy."
"You're King Kamehaha, baby."
"."You're so owning this beach- you discovered it, you're claiming it."
"Every grain of sand - it's yours. Any woman lying here? She's yours."
"You. Are. Raw. Sinewy. Power."
"Uh, could you move your left leg just a litt-t-t-tle more to the side?
The glare off of it is messing up my shot."
Photo 4
"Oh, yeah. That's it. Smile.""Smile some more."
"More teeth, less thigh."
"Perfect!"
And...I'm spent.
