I got chills at the end! I'm sure it was equally challenging and therapeutic for you to write this. It's so hard to watch the people, places, pets, and lifestyles we love and know well suffer so tragically from afar, but then it also pales in comparison to what they're experiencing first-hand, right at this very moment. The contrasts are sharp and constant. Thank you for sharing. Sending love. x
As they say... write what you feel and I feel this deeply. God knows how everyone on the ground is managing. It's beyond words. Thank you for your kind words and support as ever xx
I’ve only ever been a visitor to LA, harbouring dreams of living there one day, but I love it. It’s one of my favourite places on earth and you’ve captured why it has such a pull on me beautifully. I’m so sad for all of you who call it home, sending love x
When the ash is raining down and you are up at 2am waiting for the evac call, when the whole mountainside is in flames 3 miles away, it does stick with you. Those chaparral covered coastal mountains still haunt my dreams even though we left decades ago.
The deer came back as soon as the ashes cooled. I don't know where they hid, but the fresh tracks were there.
It's weird.
Fire ecosystems are weird.
Ironically, it was the Santa Ana winds that came up and blew that fire back on itself. But it was September, traditional Santa Ana and fire season. I pray to Mojave. Do not burn me.
It's also weird when an urban wildfire tears through a neighborhood and you know people who've lost everything. That happened 1000 miles east of the latest hurricane force wind driven warming disaster. Then it happened in the middle of the ocean. I'm not forgetting Paradise, but it was a different kind of firestorm.
The smoke is still casting a pall.
The rains didn't come.
The sparks always fly in LA, but they usually land in the wet and green in December and January. Not this year. Damn us.
I got chills at the end! I'm sure it was equally challenging and therapeutic for you to write this. It's so hard to watch the people, places, pets, and lifestyles we love and know well suffer so tragically from afar, but then it also pales in comparison to what they're experiencing first-hand, right at this very moment. The contrasts are sharp and constant. Thank you for sharing. Sending love. x
As they say... write what you feel and I feel this deeply. God knows how everyone on the ground is managing. It's beyond words. Thank you for your kind words and support as ever xx
I’ve only ever been a visitor to LA, harbouring dreams of living there one day, but I love it. It’s one of my favourite places on earth and you’ve captured why it has such a pull on me beautifully. I’m so sad for all of you who call it home, sending love x
It’s impossibly sad x
When the ash is raining down and you are up at 2am waiting for the evac call, when the whole mountainside is in flames 3 miles away, it does stick with you. Those chaparral covered coastal mountains still haunt my dreams even though we left decades ago.
The deer came back as soon as the ashes cooled. I don't know where they hid, but the fresh tracks were there.
It's weird.
Fire ecosystems are weird.
Ironically, it was the Santa Ana winds that came up and blew that fire back on itself. But it was September, traditional Santa Ana and fire season. I pray to Mojave. Do not burn me.
It's also weird when an urban wildfire tears through a neighborhood and you know people who've lost everything. That happened 1000 miles east of the latest hurricane force wind driven warming disaster. Then it happened in the middle of the ocean. I'm not forgetting Paradise, but it was a different kind of firestorm.
The smoke is still casting a pall.
The rains didn't come.
The sparks always fly in LA, but they usually land in the wet and green in December and January. Not this year. Damn us.