For the last few days, the entire bay area and way, way beyond, smells smoky. Not like, “Oh wow, there must be a fire somewheres, cause I smell a grass fire.” We got hugeass fires all over the damned place, it’s insane. Hope for waft of fresh ocean breezes? No. It’s all smoke, all the time, for days. No respite here.
I was up and out of bed at 6:22 this morning, directly in to the shower. Dressed, chores and as I opened up the back door, walked through my outdoor kitchen to the back of the property and what do I spy? With my camera’s eye? This sun doing its best to rise, pretty dim for 7am, eh?