It’s early 2021. The roll of Acros was made in 2008, give or take a year.
Rodinal 1+50, 13 minutes. The smell of fixer: Proust’s madeleine.
Second of January.
A New Year’s trek to the northern tip of Point Reyes is becoming a ritual. Fog, sea, wind, elk. All of them indifferent to the few small and transient hikers.
Driving an hour east on Saturday morning. Our goal: a quick impromptu run to Nevada to accompany my son and partner on the first leg of their return drive to NYU, after a Covid-escape summer.
We hadn’t counted on the fresh air of still-dark Sonoma County giving way to seeing the Sierras obscured by heavy smoke from the North Complex Fire – a brown wall ahead of us.
I believe this is now day 195 of the Sonoma Shelter-in-Place against Covid-19. We’ve also had a half-dozen serious wildfires since the last festival at the County Fairgrounds. It finally cleared this morning, for the first time since August 18th to have smokeless skies.
Also, according to my ongoing Covid tracker for Sonoma County, the number of active cases here has been in decline since about the first of the month.
Quiet, lovely light just before the county lockdown. So easy to be distracted.