By WR Jones
I finished two small paintings yesterday but was unable to take photos because the smoke from the California fires blocked the light. So I went downstairs and drank instead. Now I don’t know if the drink or the smoke gave me this headache.
When I did this study in Idaho the wind was blowing to the point I had to hold on to the easel while painting. But the wind here yesterday, last night, and this morning is much worse. Outside of work is a MESS of large broken tree limbs in the street. You have to weave your way down the road. It is hard to image facing fires in this wind but that’s what those firefighters are doing.
The smell of the smoke reminds me of burning leaves as a child. Every fall we would rake the leaves into a pile then burn them on a crisp autumn evening and roast marshmellows over the fire. I think that practice ended years ago; in most areas of the country anyway.