It's 7:30am, Monday, August 31, 2020. The evacuation notices for the wildfire cluster in the Santa Cruz Mountains 20-30 miles away have been lifted, but there are still uncontained burns going on there and in the fires to the Northeast, East, and South. The sun rises, and the baleful red light tinges everything, even the very air itself, as it rises through the trees and reflects the misery of this entire year so far.
Sun Rising in Still Smokey Air - Santa Clara 2020 https://flic.kr/p/2jC1nqh My heart goes out to the hundreds of families who have lost their homes and properties in the middle of this miserable year. Not the greatest of times. We must hope for better times ahead. G — “Hope is a slighter, tougher thing even than trust... In a good season one trusts life; in a bad season one only hopes. But they are of the same essence: they are the mind's indispensable relationship with other minds, with the world, and with time. Without trust, a man lives, but not a human life; without hope, he dies. When there is no relationship, where hands do not touch, emotion atrophies in void and intelligence goes sterile and obsessed. Between men the only link left is that of owner to slave, or murderer to victim.” — City of Illusions, Ursula K. Le Guin -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow the directions.
