We've had fifty years of TV schooling and it's caught up with us. Everything is reality TV until a natural calamity comes along and destroys a life, or a livelihood, or a neighborhood, or a home, and the tittering begins. How can one not feel pity and terror at the plight of being human in a half-lit world?
Here is my backyard this past Monday morning:
And here is my backyard Monday afternoon:
I was a lucky bastard, again. I've been lucky most of my life, riding the wheel of fortune into a state of irrational calm, pronouncing the whole trip a wonderment so far. Some day my luck will run out. It's as simple as that.