Collection: Taro Ponds, 1985

At the foot of a verdant tropical rain forest, the silent flowing of glassy mountain water fills up hand-made ponds that have taro plants thriving in them. The giant taro leaves reflect perfectly in the mirrored surface of the water. The ponds spread out over a tiny peninsula cultivated by the loving hands of hard-working Hawaiian farmers. The only sounds heard are the birds overhead, the steady babble of water moving from pond to pond, and the faint rumble of an occasional wave breaking on the steamy rocks along the shore.

This is Keanae peninsula, halfway to Hana. Nothing is more peaceful, more utterly calm than this. Aloha was born and raised in these conditions. If you're quiet and respectful, it is still found there.