We drove north this weekend to attend a wedding. (This is California. The groom's mother was Irish Catholic; the groom's father was Indian Sikh; the bride's family was Serbian.)
On the way, we drove past the fire burning near Magic Mountain. This is the best shot I got. I took it with my Treo 600.
After passing the fire, we continued north along I-5. I was reminded of why I like the California hills so much. They seem to me like frozen waves of land, so senuous.