Cascade Burning

While the Cascade Mountain forests burn east of here - sad, so sad - the smoke visits our skies. And parches throats, and irritates eyes, and lays ash over everything.

But still, there is beauty to be had.


Jolly harvest Man-in-the-Moon colored by smoke.


Red sky at morning...


Sam glows in early morning hours.


Smoke creeps across the late afternoon sky.


Like playful fairies gold lollygags on walls...


..and on furniture.


An evening promise that the sunset will be no less spectacular.

This entire gilded day was surreal. Weird. An inward day of unusual beauty and understanding.

In the end, a cool fall wind blew the hot sticky away, yet the smoke remains.

I hope and pray the firemen are safe, the fires die down, and citizens can return to unharmed homes once again.