We are having fire skies, with the sun setting through smoke, here. I took this blue photo at the same time in the evening, the polarized light acting oddly through the smoke. It enhanced the reds and the blues. The smoke makes me feel low level worry all the time and sad.
For Mundane Monday #173, my theme is skies: not blue skies. Skies that worry me. This is a fire sky, the sun setting through smoke that we can smell. There are no big fires near us, so I don’t know if this is California, Oregon, Washington, or Idaho smoke…
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I took this on Saturday. Yesterday we had smoke, not fog, from all the fires. When I went out to my car, there was a fine rain of ash. The smoke frightens me and I feel like a child again, in a car with the smell of my father’s cigarettes, unfiltered camels. I feel edgy all day.
This is an early morning photograph, downtown, not this year.
It was frightening to fly back from Wisconsin last week and have the plane descend into smoke in Seattle. The smoke from fires in British Columbia and Washington blanketed the city. I am used to descending into cloud, but smoke looks brown and was neither opaque nor transparent. Haze.
I missed the worst air, but the smoke still bothers me. One afternoon my receptionist and I both were having trouble with eye irritation from the bad air. My clinic is in a 1950s building and closing all the windows and doors is hot! No air conditioning.
I am hoping that we make changes to slow and mitigate climate change and global warming: I don’t want the world on fire!
How many summers will it take? My guess is three consecutive summers….