Today was less of a workout and more of a wash, trying to make up for hoped-for beachery with a couple of laps around a local footbridge before heading over to a state park for quiet time tramping along redwood heavy trails and imagining how the creekbed alongside handled trains earlier this year.

Some folks nearby are doing their best to embrace a good time, and I can hear them through a hotel wall, putting Wednesday night through its paces, seesawing from Tina Turner to what’s definitely the B-52s, Eminem and Lil’ Troy. Me, I’ll stick to a shower, snacks and some eventual sleep.

We’re getting better weather, or at least different, than last week’s wildfire smoke drifting south from upstate tinting our sunsets. When a photo editor sounded a wild-art all-call, I sent in a few shots like this to show the layered evening light under marine layer wisps, and a flare played tag.