The sky over Pasadena this morning was bluer than I've ever seen it, thanks to very strong Santa Ana winds blowing all the smog back to LA from whence it came.
Of course, those same winds whipped up fires in San Diego, Lake Arrowhead and other places, and half a million people have had to evacuate their homes.
But the wind died this afternoon and a haze of white ash rolled over the sky. The sunlight filtering through it produced a lovely golden light. I've never seen the world bathed in such beautiful color. If it's still golden tomorrow I'll try to take a walk around the neighborhood and appreciate it. The sun turned astonishing blood red just before sunset.
I don't suppose people who live near the fires are appreciating it all quite so much...