I remember the first time I saw the end of the rainbow. It was similar to the feeling I had when I found my first 4-leaf clover. Magical. Hawaii, of course, is the rainbow capitol (thus the license plates) so for any one living on the islands, this is like seeing rain in Seattle. But it never ceases to amaze me. This was the fourth rainbow over the ocean that particular morning, but this one made me happy. No pot of gold and no leprechauns…although if I was brave enough I guess I could have gone diving at the bottom of the ocean for some treasure. Treasure enough to have caught magic in a camera lens.

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