We went inside the church and an older woman was decorating the alter with large leaves and bird's of paradise. She started welcoming us, and told us the story of the tidal wave. She was just a baby in the crib, her siblings were under the house (placed on stilts to let water pass during high tides) and her mother had told her the story of the tidal wave so many times, she retold it to us.
It was an amazing story, of animals being washed away, homes going to different locations, and fish just laying on the ocean floor flapping about. A small town, with a rich history, and a lovely woman who truly showed us the Aloha spirit.
I added Kim Klassen's vintage grain overly, and added some clouds to what was a gray day.
