It’s 12:16 am and the fire is still going. It’s pretty strange to hear the words Los Feliz, Vermont and Hillhurst being repeated on the live news over and over.

I can still see the pink billowing clouds above the hill. It’s pretty beautiful at night. Here are two photos I took about an hour ago on my street.

And two I took on Vermont Street, two streets away.

One on Rodney, a street away.

Here’s one of Rufus and Laura. You can tell how alarmed they are.

And another:

This last one below was taken by a professional photographer. But had I had my camera on me when I walked to Fred 62, I could’ve gotten a similar photo because it looked just like this. I wanted to include one of the beautiful Griffith Observatory, that luckily was unharmed (As of this posting, at least. My fingers are crossed).

If you want to see more, the L.A. Times has many, and there’s also a link on that page of other people’s photos that they took from around the city at different times of the day and posted. I saw a lot of people out with cameras and video cameras. And I’m sure the media will be all over this by tomorrow — or by now.

There is a fire in Griffith Park right now, close to where I live. This fire has not helped the high 90 degree heat, and vice versa. My apartment has been covered by floating clouds of thick, billowing smoke all afternoon. And there has been an orange glow to everything that would be kind of beautiful except for the ash particles that accompany the blanketing tint. These apocalyptic visuals have been accompanied by the constant whirr of helicopters and the wail of fire truck and ambulance sirens. The soundtrack of life in L.A….

You will never be forgotten.

Notice the sod on the porch of Lorelai and Rory’s house. The house is already falling into disrepair…like the world without the Gilmores. If Luke was able to be around, he would take care of this. He would be there in a heartbeat with his backwards hat and a shovel.

What will I do without Stars Hollow and its fast-talking and quirky denizens? My Tuesdays will never be the same. Two more weeks left. At least I still have the DVDs. After these precious last two episodes, I’ll start again at Season 1, for about my eleventh cycle.

I’m naming my first daughter Rory.