NO SAINTS IN L.A.

Another California summer brought along with it dry heat and dry grasses; ergo the palpitating, unrelentant, blazing flames. On Saturday morning at 7:30am, atop the 3 mile hike that is Runyon Canyon, the smoky city is ghostly and stinks of sizzling debree, like burning rubber.

The entire Valley.

Tags: California Fires, Runyon Canyon