I know it's a line of traffic - it's Los Angeles, after all. But if you have to be in a line of traffic, it's a very pretty sky and sunset light surrounding one. The strange quality of the light may owe something to the windshield, of course; probably not much to the smoke that's traveling east from the Mount Wilson fire (not something that I really wanted to see when I woke up this morning) - it's probably standard pollution. But I still can never get used to the magic foreignness of light like this.
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