Fire

While working away on the computer the other day, I heard a strange popping noise and looked out my window to see flames licking the sky. Jesse, a local volunteer fireman, had ignited the neighborhood burn pile. A little voice inside me said – get your camera. So I dropped my work mid-sentence, and headed across the dirt driveway to the empty lot where three households gather our garden debris for burning. This year, the fire burned so clean with minimal smoke and bright orange explosions of flame. I shot frame after frame. I still am not certain what I will do with these images – maybe they will be incorporated into the Sanctuary series or maybe they will become something else. All I know is that when I hear that little voice giving me directions and I act on it, there is a sense of deep creative satisfaction.