Weather stations are certain -- rain is on the way. Period. But here in dry, dry SoCal, where coyotes gather at night to lick at leaky sprinklers, writing a rain sentence without a question mark feels like tempting fate. (And raindrops.)
Still, there's yesterday's evening sky:
And the clouds this morning:
And it really does seem as though rain is on the way.
There is nothing the little border collie would rather do than to chase and catch (and chase and catch and, well, you get it) the ball.
Pix from the plane, one of my favorite things:
Marina Del Rey:
Catalina:
Two Harbors:
Somewhere over New Mexico:
Wildfire east of LA, just getting started:
Hello LA freeways, you look even more alien from the air:
Adios, New Mexico, it's always so sad to say goodbye.
I'll miss your autumn rain:
And your roof cats.
Among other things (pants) (no kidding) I forgot to pack my battery charger on this trip to New Mexico and because the power indicator on the little point-and-shoot capriciously moves from "fire away!" directly to "EMPTY", I've been as frugal with photos during this visit as in the days of actual film.
That said, here's one of the hundreds of gently crumbling adobes that dot the landscape, some definitely abandoned, others merely decoratively melting. This one, I'm pretty sure, is home to someone, which means the glass fence will keep on growing.
Here in New Mexico, far from SoCal's Ridiculously Resilient Ridge, we have rain (and rainbows) :
And nights so cool that autumn leaves are changing color.
Vertical photos are always a challenge for the horizontally-minded blog but for the palms at Malibu Seafood, there was no other way to go.
I'd say something about the heat today but tomorrow's supposed to be even hotter so I'll save my moaning until then.
Stay tuned.
Wind stirs, moves heat down the canyon. Coyotes drowse in the brush. Out to sea the currents swirl, boats sail, and in the moment it took to tell this, it has grown even hotter still.
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