As the sun bursts through the rainy season (all of February, and badly needed!), the transition is in place to: Fire Season...pretty much until October. Been very lucky, dodging fires at home & work the last two consecutive years...here's hoping the streak continues...
The Gap Fire sprung fast from near a gun club, spewing out hard and hot north of the freeway, quickly threatening suburbs still twitchy from the Painted Cave fire, more than fifteen years previous. In just two days, it was thieving headlines from Big Sur, and ever Der Arnold has stepped up to respect, paying us a visit when there are no more chips on the table electorally….very impressive. Sometimes you have to give credit where it’s due, and he’s all of a man on this one.
One voice, however, is recurring…every time I drive the outskirts of the blaze, it intrudes on my consciousness, no matter what else is playing, however loud. High pitched and lonesome, like the hills engulfed…it merges with that particular quality of light and haze, my breathing inhibited as much by the lines that spring to mind as the air itself.
‘World is turning…hope it don't turn away"
NEIL YOUNG: 'On The Beach' 1974
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