All week, I’ve been trying to recall where I’d seen light refracted by smoke the way it has been this week here in Southern California, 80 miles or more from the nearest wildfires raging up and down the West Coast. Today I finally remembered where it was: Kathmandu, Nepal, a week after the devastating earthquake in April 2015, where the air (never in great condition because of pollution from brick factories and other largely unregulated industry) was filled with smoke from all the cremations going nearly around the clock for days at Pashupatinath, the Hindu temple on the banks of the Bagmati river that wends through the capital city.
I remember those fires in LA and the color of the sky. I loved reading about your experience in Nepal, a place I dream to someday visit.
How do you take your photographs? They are beautiful.