It’s not a doozy of a dust storm today, just a little one, the kind of
atmospheric event that makes folks wearing facemasks look kind of
foolish. The wind was coming from the south in the morning but over
lunch switched to the north. Boreas, my antagonist! You’re back, and
bearing grit and sand!

The first two pictures are of the lightposts outside the tent area.
Careful comparison will show you that it’s getting worse out. The next
four pictures are more Secret City scenery in the midst of the
mini-maelstrom: the back of the tent, the road down to the lake, the
main drag (and my way back from the old office), and a pyramid on the
corner of 5th and F.