This reminds me that the last time I wrote rapturously about the quality of the light in L.A. was a blog post titled “Meditation, David Lynch, L.A.” that I published on January 5 of this year. Two days later, wildfires began buring through the city. Dozens died and over 200,000 people evacuated, including both us and David Lynch. He died a handful of days later, his precarious health tipped into crisis by the emergency move. The whole thing messed me up for a long while.
I hope I’m not jinxing anything by writing about that L.A. light again.
