Two shots captured off our second-floor balcony this morning.
First, a look at a sunlit cloud in an otherwise clear and brilliant sky, cleansed by days of rain that ended yesterday:
A minute later we were drawn by a sound we’d nearly forgotten from our years in California, thumping out a few hundred feet overhead:
Back 40 years ago we lived in Hollywood, then in its seedier years.
Because of the high crime rate in the area, our apartment was frequently overflown by police and news helicopters in search of moscreants.
So ubiquitous were the whirlybirds that the first word other than ma-ma and da-da uttered by toddler son Derald was heli-heli, ususally accompanied by an upthrust right hand, pointing at the aircraft.
UPDATE: Another shot, taken from the same vantage point as the first, depicting this evening’s sunset: