Saturday was another beautiful sunny day, so I walked a couple of miles to Waikiki. I don't visit Waikiki too often, but every now and then it's fun to explore. Waikiki has changed so much through the years, and that change is forever in constant motion.

There was a time when a handful of hotels surrounded many little shops, several theaters, a smorgasbord of dining experiences, and a number of nightclubs. Now each hotel corporation has their own handful of hotels scattered about. Most of the little shops have been replaced by designer name boutiques, ABC stores occupy every other corner, and all the movie theaters have long since been closed. One can still find a nice restaurant or enjoy the nightlife of a club, although there doesn't seem to be as many as there once was.

But this is not a sad post about a time and place long forgotten. Like I said, Waikiki is always in the process of change. The makeover will continue with the hope that it will entice vacationers into Waikiki. No matter what the face of Waikiki looks like, the main draw will surely remain the surf, sand, and sun. For me, the best thing about Waikiki has never been the structures, shops, or the beach, but rather all the people that gather there. It's still a great place to just roam about and people-watch, while playing tourist for a few hours.

A few Waikiki photos from Saturday.

I don't know, what do you think?

More random shots.

Bring a smile to the face of child with a life threatening illness by sending a card.

New York City: After the Fall. (Poetically expressed in words & images)

Virtual Knee Surgery. (Not for the faint of heart or remotely squeamish)

All kinds of interesting things at ProtoZone Interactives, such as the fun KaleidoDraw.

It's easy to get lost at Virtually Lost. Awesome creativity.

Photographic Views of Meiji

Jack Johnson: His concert at Hawaii Theatre for August 11 sold out in one hour.

Have a great Aloha Friday!

Signs George W. Bush is Depressed

Pretend play and dressup has lost all meaning.

Recently told Ann Coulter that he wanted to be the "Piece" President.

No longer smirks with that twinkle in his eye.

Phone calls from God are now put on hold.

Photos from Abu Gharib prison no longer make him laugh.

Wrote dark poem entitled, The Red States Are Mine, But I'm Oh So Blue.

Recently inquired about the expiration date on Dick Cheney's pacemaker.

Shows little interest when Condoleezza Rice reads him bedtime stories.

Has lost all creativity for making things up.

Increasingly just wants to eat a bag of pretzels and get it over with.

Sometimes...when I first wake up, I'm unsure if it's AM or PM.

Sometimes...in the time it takes for me to click my bulk mail away, more bulk mail appears.

Sometimes...when I say sometimes, I actually mean most times.

Sometimes...I think that somewhere in the corporate world, a team of businessmen are thinking of ways to charge us for air.

Sometimes...when eating a cheeseburger, I never taste the cheese.

Sometimes...I contemplate never shaving again, just to see how long my beard could grow.

Sometimes...when I hear the drunk neighbor yelling at his kids, I play the song What's the Matter Here as loud possible.

Sometimes...I'll go into the health food store and pretend that I'm one of them.

Sometimes...I wonder why there are no statues of Buddha when he was thin.

Sometimes...I'll talk to myself with a foreign accent just for kicks.

Sometimes...I'll visit the kiddie book section at the library and rediscover my childhood favorites.

Sometimes...I write myself a note to remind myself that I wrote myself a note.