Tug boat meets a container ship off Sand Island.
A black Bulbul watches intently.
And traffic continues in and out of the nearby airport …
… while canoe paddlers practice in the lagoon.
A race is in motion offshore while a parasailor watches from above and a diver swims below a floating warning flag.
Almost seems like they’re paddling without a canoe.
Somebody took the time to erect a nice entranceway to the Sand Island scrub.
It’s a raw and rugged coastline tucked away from the city.
A few hardy souls stake their own claim.
Can’t tell from the picture but this old tire is huge.
“Vandalous minds.” At least there’s not much out here to tag.
Remains of an old antiaircraft gun emplacement.
And an abandoned ammunition storage bunker …
… now stores rotting remnants of some old racetrack days.
Some bunkers have been sealed off with typical Hawaii improvisation.
They’re now home to a big cat colony.
Life on the edge.
This black cat lurked in the shadows.
Looks like he was in a bad scrap. Poor thing. Not too happy.
This one looks like a tiger. Maybe he’s the boss.
The old observation tower looks like the bridge of a battleship …
… that took a few hits.
A lost soul finds some peace and a form of shelter for the day while a friend stands guard. Sand Island is one of the ragged edges of Oahu.