Happy Holidays

So we've got some weird sort of off-shore storm driving fifteen foot surf onto the LA beaches, and kicking up London-style fog. Total grey-out. The Lovely Wife and I are walking down the beach, watching the waves emerge from absolutely formless grey ...

.. and I look back up oni the hills of Malibu, rising stright up behind us. The fog wipes out all visibility above the road level. No sign of anything on the other side of the road, no more than the hint of cliff just past the mist ...

.. and suddenly, the sun (which we can't see) hits a glass door on house (which we also can't see) maybe two hundred feet up the cliff ...

.. and a door opens in the sky. Light streaming through the fog like a DP's dream, as if Heaven itself were on the other side of the opening that's floating in the middle of the sky. No wires, no CG, just a shining portal hanging in mid-air.

He's got a bit of a flash hand, eh?

Happy Holidays, and may you receive a little gift of inspiration from the world to start the New Year.