A scene of subtle beauty and horror. Wispy clouds of high altitude wildfire smoke hide the sun in a nacreous sky. Moderate low level haze renders the hills in near distance as bluish cardboard cutouts. Vegetation in the foreground a deep and vivid green. The air resinous with the smell of pine trees — those alive and near at hand, and those far away and now incinerated.

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Fri, 8:46 a.m.
2024-08-09