A Beacon Of Hope

A fierce and surprising rain had been whipping L.A. for days. Now, as the storm weakened, I decided to go out. It was still pouring, more gently now.

As I walked towards the breakwater, something made me turn and I gasped. The most in-your-face, loudest of rainbows had taken up the whole sky. As a size comparison, the little white lights you see in the lower sky over the other side of the channel are the planes queued up to land at LAX, which lies right beyond that hill. This rainbow was so enthusiastic and full of life, it could not be repressed, there was even the trace of a double rainbow in the upper corners. In fact, it was so huge that the lens on my camera could not contain it. I took two shots and assembled them on my computer later.

The war on Ukraine had begun just two days before and I could not help but want to read a sign, an omen, a beacon of hope in this unexpected sight.