same line, different place

morning in hillcrest

Farmer's Market Flower

St. Spyridon Greek Church - Hillcrest

Take a good look...

I think I had the last slice of pie in Julian.

This is Hell, Dude!

Today, grazing through the Rite Aid Ice-cream buffet in downtown San Diego did not bring the usual joy and satisfaction with wildfires annihilating million dollar homes and baby mountain animals being scorched less than 30 minutes away. For a transplanted Minnesotan the combination of close proximity and uneven destruction is hard to wrap my head around. I'm in the equivalent of the Green Zone: lots of readily available ice-water and fresh food while chaos and destruction is happening out there. Good thing I really love Hillcrest and don't EVER intend on living in a mountain estate or mountain shack. I'm happy with the Green Zone and I'll visit the mountains after it rains. The above title of this blog post was taken from an excellent article on the flames of southern california, specifically Malibu. It also explains Santa Anas in a little more detail which was helpful for me since I'm used to weather words like Arctic Air, Black Ice, Mosquito Pond, Sub-Zero, etc.

Let Malibu Burn by Mike Davis
http://www.radicalurbantheory.com/mdavis/letmalibuburn.html