Musings from a Canadian in LA

Musings from a Canadian in LA

by Natalie Baack I have an addiction.  I can’t stop taking pictures of clouds over the LA skyline.  You see, most of the year LA skys are blue. Just blue. Too blue. Opressive. Claustrophobic. Seemingly fake, like the backdrop of a film set. As a Canadian, who grew up with all sorts of weather, I find this exptremely disconcerting.  Most people, especially those who grew up in California, look at me like I’m crazy when I say this, but I really miss seasons.  TERRIBLY. True, not enough to move back just yet, but enough to feel the longing. Changes in weather mark time, they make it move somewhat slower.  We can all think back to that year where there was that crazy snowstorm when everyone had to cross country ski to school or work, or the rainstorm that broke the tree branch on your favorite childhood tree (the one that you imagined building a treehouse in), or the changing leaves and how that one tree turned so red you thought it caught on fire.  And most likely you can remember the age you were when it happened.  But in LA, most of the days and months and years blend together.  I’ve lived here for nearly ten years and at least 5 of them feel like they were the same year.  Other than the crazy El Nino that dropped hail on us.  Or the time it snowed in Malibu (Canadians would call it frost). But I still wake up the week before Chrismas and before I open I my eyes and look out the window, I think “Will there be...