Ethan Swope's AP photo of the dreadful fire in California.
The last time I was in the Pacific Palisades area, I can remember fire trucks parked all along the California 1 and low-flying planes bombing the ground with water.
It was terrifying, and there wasn't any obvious route except staying on the 1.
Earlier, we stopped off in Carmel and could see the clouds of smoke billowing. Right back in LA, on Hollywood Boulevard there were signs of the smoke hanging in the usually deep blue filmic sky.
It was a few years ago, when we travelled from Seattle to Santa Barbara, following the route of the mission bells and pausing to clamber into the Fault Line. Even then, there were signs of the fire challenges, yet one of the areas we passed through was the Salinas Valley, referred to as the Salad Bowl of America.
Now that driller-killer is planning more fossil fuel extraction, I'm struck by his counter-intuitive buddying with the electric car man who wants to stop using fossils, yet the gangsta has his hand in most of the techno-brotherhood's pockets.
Maybe the fault line is destined to go through the White House? I guess the photo could be a metaphor.
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