He was a pilot, a doctor, an anthopologist, an artist, a snorkeler, a flower arranger, an iconoclast, a grandiose schemer, a linguist, an observer of humanity, a husband, a gourmet, a participant, a photographer, a naturist, a technophile, a son of a bitch, a world traveler, a bon vivant, a chemist, a teacher, a smuggler, an importer of Yucatan honey, a story teller, a father, and my friend.

This page is not a memorial to or a eulogy for him; it is merely a few pictures of three of the four things that were most important to him: the sea, flowers, beautiful women, and his family. The pictures here are not from his album, he never saw them; he would have liked them ... and he had probably visited every one of the locations.

Most of these pictures were borrowed from Philip Greenspun of MIT: Flowers of Hawai'i
Click on the pictures to see them full size.