After a week of grey days and amber nights, I've gone in search of color. Bright color. Color not muted by smoke or covered in ash. I've written about the therapeutic effects of color before, and when I saw the ridiculously wonderful blue doors of this gate I knew I'd stumbled upon the right prescription for wildfire burnout.
There now. Don't you feel better?
(Flames still advance and firefighters still defend. See yesterday's post for links to continuing fire coverage.)