The California national parks were on fire. Kings Canyon and Sequoia were actively burning, and the ranger told us that the dry summer had left the bears with little food and to please lock our trash up in the bear-proof metal boxes as they were famished. We only stayed for one night, and drove away in the morning with the air full of smoke. It was terrifying. Yosemite was not on fire when we went, but it had been the year prior. I visited last year and it was. The air smelt like a sauna, hot, dry, of burning pine. I don’t need to educate anyone on climate change on a photography blog, and I’m not qualified to do so, but the fire season in California is alarming and, while fires are typical of the pine forests of the Sierra Nevada, the scale and severity is not typical.

Sequoia National Park, California
August, 2015