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After living so many years at the west end of this valley or in the western mountains themselves, it’s weird to watch what the weather does to the eastern end of the valley.  I prefer the drama in the west.  There the clouds boil over the San Gabriels, coming fresh from the coast, unspent.  Here, the clouds seem to form gentle sheets before a storm ( Read more... )

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