I've had wanderlust long enough... and strayed to the west coast, landing and driving up the PCH hours before fire consumed Malibu. Now the air of cities for miles smells of bonfire and gives me vivid memories of high school keg parties on the damp coastline.. and lying about why I reeked of smoked bamboo to my folks when I snuck back in the door well after curfew. Hope these fires get tamed soon. They are quite a few within 45 minutes from my home town. Here's a map...


I have selected the three photographs for todays post out of a pile of emails with care.. all tied together with a very thin and subtle string. Don't think too hard. I'm vacation... I'm sure not.