Sad day in LaLa land. The Palisade Fire fueled by drought foliage and Santa Ana winds that blow like you wouldn't believe unless you happen to have experienced that wind which I have, is burning Los Angeles. Those Santa Ana winds start in the Arctic rip down the western portion of North America and then swept across the high Mojave Desert and down the Los Angeles basin and reach hurricane velocity and add wildfire to the equation and firestorm is the result. This firestorm is reaching the very heart of Los Angeles the city. Many thousands of acres are burned crisp, homes, businesses, cars, the lot is toast. Burnt toast. I've spent much time in Los Angeles and this disaster strikes at the core of my being. I can do nothing but watch. Kind of how I've had to watch the Israeli genocide wrought on Gaza and Palestinians. I can do nothing but watch and rage to ... no one listens ... not to me ... I am ... existentially null and void. Friday machine art is now -
mural 2 -
scenery -
twisted -
frank -
ukiyo-e -
ocean's erection -
the image I make light of is a cetacean ... the cetacean can appreciate my humor. humans not so much. 😏
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