see you at sunset

There's something about the sunset over the Pacific ocean that gets me bad. Every time I go to California I take pictures of it and I always come home thinking about it and talking about it. A burnt orange ball of flaming brightness. Clouds the color of salmon fillets. Everything else just dark silhouettes, negative space, nothing that even matters compared to that blossom of brilliance out there. 

Anyway, above you'll see three generations of Sherowskis breathing in aforementioned sunset. Pretty rad, right? Sister, nephew, and good ol' Moms. We spent a little weekend together. It was nice. Went to Sea World, which made for ample photo opportunities—all those slithery salty creatures, such a cool weird world down there under the sea. And we went to the Zoo, which, with it being 90-ish degrees out, was more of an exercise in heat exhaustion and sweat management than anything else. Lions panted under their thick manes and bearcats lay there bewildered in what little shade they could find. Most of the animals were MIA, cowering in caves at the very back of their habitats. I don't blame them, I wanted to be cowering somewhere cool, too.

On the way out I flew over LA's vastness and mumbled a prayer for all the poor souls stuck in such a vacuous urban sprawl as this.