Smoke monster.

Everything is on fire.

Wildfire smoke from the interior of BC has made its way over to obscure the skies of Vancouver for another summer. Heat warnings and air quality advisories have dominated the news the last several weeks as we wander about in a sweaty stupor under the watchful eye of an unrelenting sun.

The smoke-filtered light lends an eerie red cast to the roads and sidewalks; its reflection on cars sparkles with an unnerving copper gleam.

A phantom campfire infiltrates my nose on every inhale.

Everything is burning.

Gone are the crystal clear, carefree outdoor summers of my childhood. There were still wildfires, certainly, but their numbers were far fewer then, and the evidence of them wasn’t known to pay us such close visits.

Now their belching by-products come to find us here regularly, traveling over the mountains to seek us out, settling down in an oppressive haze over metropolis and river and beach and ocean.

In 2015, at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, I am shaken awake by my husband.

“Wake up, love. The sky is yellow.”

I must be hearing things, I could have sworn I just heard him the sky was yellow.

“You need to look outside right now. Everything is yellow.”

Okay, I’m pretty sure I heard him right that time. But what the hell is he talking about? I reluctantly stumble my way out of bed and over to the window. Shooting my other half a this better be worth it grumpy stare, I twitch aside the drape.

I’ll be fuckered. Everything is goddamn yellow.

Instantly wide awake, I throw on some clothes and snatch up my camera bag. I hear Nutty Hubby chuckling, “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” as I fly out the door.

The people on the streets are moving in slow motion, their upturned faces wearing expressions of equal wonder and dread. We drift together in ragged clumps and stare.

The nuclear holocaust sky stares back.

Now, in 2018, red and yellow summer skies are the new normal.

In September of 2017, the sun’s glare was so dampened by ashy particulate that you could see sunspots with the naked eye. I reassembled the specialty lens filter I had bought for the previous month’s solar eclipse and snagged a photo, something I never would have dreamed of trying as a hobbyist under normal conditions.

I guess the yearly apocalypse has its advantages.

Doesn’t make it any less terrifying, though. Temperatures in my city – referred to as “Raincouver” by the locals, under normal circumstances – managed to rival those of Mexico in late July. Fucking Mexico. Our province’s air quality is currently worse than that of Hong Kong or Beijing.

Tell me climate change isn’t real, I dare you.

And I’m just one little whiner from the city, where the smoke is as bad as things will get. I have friends and family who are situated in the worst of it, whose first rising thought each morning is Will my home still be standing tomorrow? Are those flames licking over that hill or is it just the sunrise?

I can’t imagine being in their shoes, or maybe I just don’t want to. This is Canada. We’re supposed to freeze to death, not burn.

And yet we are burning.

14 thoughts on “Smoke monster.

  1. Wild fires, red tides, and hurricanes are normal, natural phenomena, but their frequency and intensity have gone beyond normal and natural in recent years because of our willful ignorance.
    These are some beautiful pictures but more important this is a serious wake-up call.

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  2. Hi Nutty. This looks really sucky but your photos as always are amazing. Blazing sunrises and sunsets are the one good thing about shitty air quality.
    It’s weird that you’re enduring crazy bushfires in summer in Canada while here winter isn’t even over yet and we’re already on total fire bans. 75 fires burning over the border in New South Wales (35 out of control) plus another dozen in south east Queensland, with warm dry temps and high winds forecast this weekend. bushfire season gets longer and scarier every year. I just hope everyone stays safe. xx

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    • It really is terrifying, and conditions only keep getting worse. Last week friend of mine who works up north posted a photo taken at 2pm where the sky was the color of dried blood. Our province has declared a state of emergency.

      It feels like such a defeat, knowing that this is what we have to look forward to now. I’ve been donating to various rescue efforts but when I look at the bigger picture it all still just seems so futile. This beautiful place is broken.


      • Don’t lose hope, Nutty. Of course it’s going to be hard right now, but time really does heal all wounds, and your place will be beautiful again. And helping others is never futile. You can make a difference, even if it’s only small, but to the people you’re helping just the knowledge someone cares will make all the difference in the world. Hang in there mate xxx

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  3. Weird comment on a serious post, but you wrote it well. Good job on wording.

    I’m Australian. I grew up around bushfires. I remember days when the sky changed colour and everything smelled of burnt toast and it rained ash. I know people who lost their homes and raced firefronts for their lives. I’m glad you’re in the city and safe. I hope the fires are brought under control soon.

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