Susanna Vapnek Having grown up in Thousand Oaks, California, I always looked forward to the wildfire season. Living in close proximity to the fires changed the colors of the sky from sunrise to moonrise. While ash fell from the sky like snow, the sun rose in the morning as a bright pink ball. At night I could see flames in the distant hils, while the moon appeared under an orange haze of ash and fog. Now as a painter, I seek to convey the wildfire's horror and surreal beauty.