For weeks, those of us who live remotely near any of the fires currently raging throughout the state have woken, day after day, to smoke-filled skies and an angry red sun that seems to be frustrated by its inability to penetrate the haze.
The pouring rain I flew away from in Kansas City would have been a welcome presence in the forested areas of California, but we're not so lucky. As the plane entered the Golden State, I looked out the window to see great clouds of smoke obscuring the usually proud mountaintops. I might have mistaken the smoke for fog were it not for an ethereal red-orange glow emanating from within.
I stared at the glowing patches of fires too remote to bother fighting as they slowly passed under the wing. I grabbed my camera too late to catch the eerie effects of the flames, but I got a few shots of the fires sending smoke toward Nevada.I've lost track of how many fires are currently burning, but I think it's somewhere around 300. The smoke continues to hang in the valley, making for foul air, but fantastic sunsets and a blood-red moon.
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It's funny how accustomed we've become to the bad air. We went fishing on SF Bay yesterday and it was startling when we realize we could see the surrounding hills quite clearly. It was definitely a nice break for our lungs.
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