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The fires are bad. I'm sure you've read/heard that.
Me, I'm in Pasadena, which is an odd oasis of calm. The shape of the ridges are such that the Santa Ana's usually miss us. We get breezes, but not the roaring winds (having lived in the desert and the valleys; including a stint at the mouth of a canyon, I've been in them. I understand why, le mistral can be a mitigating factor in some sorts of crime. I've been told Marion Zimmer Bradley used the Santa Ana as the model for the magical winds in Darkover).
I was looking at the Modis pictures last night and the San Gabriel Valley was an arc of no smoke.
If you go there today that's gone. I know this because the light outside is a beautiful soft glow. It's like the "magic hour" of early morning/evening twilight, with the brilliance of mid-day.
From space, Santa Catalina is gone, lost in a dull, beige, smear. We still have clear skies to the north, but it won't last. I don't think we are close enough to get ashfall (which has always been bizzare, the smoke can be smelled, and is so close when it happens that one feels as if the sky is pressing down, and then a flaky snow starts to drift across the breeze), but we might start to get whiffs of it.
I hope the hills above us don't burn.
Me, I'm in Pasadena, which is an odd oasis of calm. The shape of the ridges are such that the Santa Ana's usually miss us. We get breezes, but not the roaring winds (having lived in the desert and the valleys; including a stint at the mouth of a canyon, I've been in them. I understand why, le mistral can be a mitigating factor in some sorts of crime. I've been told Marion Zimmer Bradley used the Santa Ana as the model for the magical winds in Darkover).
I was looking at the Modis pictures last night and the San Gabriel Valley was an arc of no smoke.
If you go there today that's gone. I know this because the light outside is a beautiful soft glow. It's like the "magic hour" of early morning/evening twilight, with the brilliance of mid-day.
From space, Santa Catalina is gone, lost in a dull, beige, smear. We still have clear skies to the north, but it won't last. I don't think we are close enough to get ashfall (which has always been bizzare, the smoke can be smelled, and is so close when it happens that one feels as if the sky is pressing down, and then a flaky snow starts to drift across the breeze), but we might start to get whiffs of it.
I hope the hills above us don't burn.
