Helaine called from the road. She wanted to tell me about the Silverado Canyon Fire. At eight miles distant, it’s far enough to not be a threat, but close enough to see. There’s a layer of dirty pink smoke to my northeast. The photo above shows the smoke plume rising well beyond the homes in my neighborhood.
I can’t smell the smoke–we’ve already had a few of those in our fifteen months here. Seeing it rise is enough.
When you live in a place where rainy days are few and far between, fires are a natural worry. It’s all being brought home today.