He caught it but couldn't quite figure out how to eat it.
It hit 102 in central Malibu yesterday, where Malibu Canyon acts like a giant bellows and funnels hot desert air down to the coast.
It's 80 degrees at 8 am, the air still, birds stilled, still more heat to come, so as antidote, some cool blues, plus a prickly pear as reminder of the true nature of the landscape here.
Weird enough that it's 93 degrees at sunset here at the coast, weirder still that 10 minutes later it's 95.
This place -- it's the former Beau Rivage -- just sold and the maddeningly misspelled sign is gone.
And Walter says:
The creek is bone dry but the trees are still surprisingly green despite so many years of drought.
Teeny tiny birds holding an important meeting in Bluffs Park.
Marine layer this morning, thick enough to alter light and sound.
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