The wildfires burning on the west coast are doing incredible damage, as usual. We here in British Columbia are all-too familiar with the situation. The smoke from those southern fires has drifted up here, even reaching my remote location. Shades of the 2017 nightmare, I’m under hazy skies again.
It’s a bit difficult to work in this, but no place near as bad as what it’s like down where the fires rage. There’s nothing to do but wait, and leave the firefighting to the experts. I’m too old and infirm to take active measures. (I spent a lot of time in 2017 trying to explain the methods used and the why for of them. It was a waste of time because the answer is always to fly the Martin Mars, don’t you know. So glad those ‘Internet experts’ weren’t actually in charge of operations.)
Cameras have trouble with this haze too; getting a focus lock can be a challenge when the world itself no longer has sharp edges.
Wildlife is in hiding for the most part, except for this brave red-necked grebe:
These are not the kind of pictures I was wanting to take, but we play the hand we’re dealt.
It will have to end sometime. The smoke will clear from here before it does, and things will get back to normal.
Ha! Normal. What is that?
We live in interesting times.