It was six-thirty in the morning as Linda and I headed over the hill to catch a plane for Santa Ana, California. We would celebrate the 4th of July high on a hill in the Chillingworth home. I sensed that this image was rare so I stopped the car; jumped out with two cameras; and, took the picture. This serene moment was a sharp contrast to the chaotic Los Angeles bombardments seen and heard from another deck overlooking the LA Basin a few days later. It brings me peace each time I view it.