So The Canadian is back from Maui, now a surfer and new iPod owner, which means I score his old one.
Awesome because mine is super retro so much so that I got excited about the colour screen.

I did not take this photograph. A Hawaiian man with a big lens did.

Waiting in airports is like looking through a stranger’s photo album. You wait patiently in the hopes that your loved one is the one walking out next and when its not, you stay on those who did walk out with smiles, pondering about where they’ve just arrived from. Is this home? Have they been away long? I like to play a little game and guess which traveller belongs to which greeting party. If I guess correctly, I score myself Krispy Kreme donut points.

To pass the time, I even try to guess where the travellers have been by the bags they are carrying or the t shirts they are wearing. Sometimes the t shirts are far too obvious. Yesterday a family arrived wearing grass woven hats, while one man had the obligatory HAWAII 08 shirt across his rather rotund stomach. I wonder about the presents they have in their I Heart NY bags and why they got through customs so quickly by my traveller didn’t.
Most of all, I get all cheesy and love the same thing Hugh Grant loves about the airport. The arrivals gate is always full of smiling, happy people overjoyed with hugs and kisses for their loved ones. It makes me happy just seeing their smiling faces. Its a guarantee.
Now here is a little current selection of photographs nothing to do with the airport.

Christmas already?…but look at those bokeh balls.

and here is my tribute to In Rainbows. HEH.