I'm not terribly in the loop with myself at the moment.
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Widely reported this morning by Bay Area photographers: The algorithms in their phones don't want to believe the sky is this orange, so it's hard to capture it accurately. Photographers are busting out their old cameras.
The trilling warble of the ice, breaking, moving, scraping against itself. It is the crack and complaint of structure giving way, of bonds twisting and sheering. Solid is an illusion in a universe that drifts and flows.