Papas' Lo'i Kalo (taro farm).
This picture was taken awhile back, right in front of my papas' farm in Waipi'o Valley. I chose to take this picture in black and white... the post which both signs "private property and keep out" are nailed on to is really old and rusty so i figured, why not give it an old feel to it...and so i did.
Growing up, Papas' lo'i (farm) is where most of my free time was spent. On Friday's after school my parents, siblings, cousins, aunties, uncles and of course my mama and papa would pack-up our things and head down here. We'd stay over night in our farm house. Our job as young kids were to clean all the weeds in the taro patches. As easy as it sounds, it was actually a hard job.
My feet would sink into the almost knee high mud. With every step that i'd take moving down each row, mud would splash over my clothes leaving thick muddy stains that couldn't be washed off easily.
Cleaning the taro patches felt more like a chore to me rather than it being fun, as my parents would say. But in the end, some how cleaning papas' taro patches paid off....me and the cousins would go swimming, catch tad poles and prawns in the river, and even little guppies (the ugly silver ones). I'd have a blast!!!
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