Tuesday, September 5, 2017

this is not red dot...


in which our plucky heroine needs more tears in her eyes...

...this is the Moon, her face obscured by smoke, and not a lunar eclipse. Ash falls from the sky like gentle evil snow, and kisses my cheeks as I ride my bike to go grocery shopping. The sky in Portland is filled with smoke from many fires, and ash from the Eagle Creek fire, started by youths throwing fireworks off a cliff into dry brush, that is now burning almost 6000 acres just to the east up the Columbia gorge, and threatening several towns. I get home from the mile ride to the store, and my face is dappled with black ash spots, the corners of my eyes are gritty with ashes. I cannot cry enough...



1 comment:

  1. oh, your poor eyes.in Vancouver, B, the smoke is bad but at least there is no ash.

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