By southern California standards, it is cold today. The grove fans thrummed all night like Colonel Kilgore’s Air Cavalry, with just a hint of Flight of the Valkyries playing in my imagination. Some rain showers this morning. Some snow on the ridge.
As I walked home from St. Joseph’s, gusts of wind surrounded me with flittering, flickering orange leaves, many sparkly with raindrops catching the afternoon sun. I photographed none of this. Didn’t even raise the camera to my eye. I just stopped walking each time it happened, and watched.