If you've been watching coverage of the wildfires, then you're saturated in red, red flames, red embers, red-eyed people, tense and tired. So here's a shot of the cool, gray dawn, some of it clouds, some of it carbonized bits of mountainside.

There are trees suspended in that mist, underbrush and grasses and, where a house went up in flames, the molecular remains of someone's life -- the front door, the dining room table, a family photograph, atoms of ash lifted aloft, drifting.