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Just another day for this exotic localite - buzzing around, feasting and pollinating the queerly shaped flowers.

Been working on this for a while, trying to make it technically perfect. It's my first attempt at an infographic, so all feedback is welcome.

You can download the PDF at svish.com/vis-res

It felt like the horizon was bleeding and trees, birds, waves and boats froze in time to weep. The clouds seemed to bawl in drama too, with a dark uproar and melancholic stillness. The orange of the sun fled faster in the last few seconds as the yacht punctuated the horizon, like a thorn on a rose piercing that moment in time yet paradoxically enough, giving hope.

Like waves, racing, but silently. I couldn’t make up my mind whether the ridges on the Waimea Canyon mimicked the waves in the ocean at its feet or whether the waves racing up the hill had frozen with a bolt of lightening one dreaded day. The ridges bounced with the same liveliness, the trees adorned them like the rocks on the shore would and the waterfalls crashed with the same sound that the waves would. I stare into the canyon, then over the ocean. Then back into the canyon.

Did they know they were in Kauai? Courageously, the tiny red ants trotted the exotic Lily’s stigma. Their footsteps were oblivious of the fact that they were six feet above ground level and the Lily barely quivered with their weight. It was just another day at work for the ants – painting every inch of Kauai with pulchritude.