One of the perennial jokes about California is that there are four seasons, two of which were earthquakes and fires.
Yesterday as I was driving home from Pasadena, I noticed the smoke. At first I thought it was coming from right over a hill next to the highway, but as I drove further south on Route 2, I saw the plumes of smoke bigger and more fierce than I had previously imagined.
I realized that it was in Griffith Park, one of the coolest places to be in LA.
In some places we might not see the effect of global warming right away, but here in LA, we experienced them all too brutally yesterday — searing hot temperatures leading to a large urban fire — the fifth in Griffith Park since December.
It’s easy to become complacent about our place in the world, but yesterday was certainly a good reminder of the impermanence that is part of our collective human existence.
Photos from Today’s LA Times