Funny thing about Mother Nature. She’s always purtiest when pissed off. I first noticed it about her on the coast; she’d rearranged coastlines in a sniveling fit and I‘d race through her wake with a mouth full of saltwater. Then another one of her biblical winds flooded my very homeland and I floated over dead cattle with a stupid grin on my face. I can’t cipher why. She’s sent me stompin’ around icy overpasses at dawn and tried to fry me inside live trucks at noon . But no matter the infraction, I’ve never pressed charges, for I knew no matter how greasily she treated me, I would always be afforded one hell of a view. Just look at her. Heh - throw in an unseemly scanner fetish and the intoxicating scent of freskly bent sheet metal and you have my three best excuses for why I still chase this crazy bitch. I mean, just look at her...
Then again, it's easy for me to romanticize it all from the comfort of my laptop. I'd much rather hear what's going through Dave Malkoff's mind as he and his friends cover the California wildfires. No stranger to covering such events, the KCAL reporter and crew are weathering the firestorm and posting a staggering gallery along the way. More than mementos of these Fourth State, these ancillary images add to the data harvest in a such a way that was thought improbable as recently as 9/11. Can there me too many lenses perched on Cataclysm's Ridge? I don't think so. But one thing I do know - the end of the world will be the most visually documented happening in the universe.Here's hoping we come away with more than a nice coffee table book...
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