We came across a wild fire this weekend. It was burning just south of Scipio. (Sip-Eee-Oh)
The trees were scorched. They had become skeletons of their former selves. The burnt ground turned my feet black.
It was eerily beautiful.
How is it that Mother Nature can be burn with ferocious passion one minute and then be calm and quiet the next? If Brady were here, he'd say it's because she is a woman.
I couldn't help but snap a few pictures with my trusty little point & shoot. I never leave home without it.
xoMJ
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1 comment:
Great pics, MJ! It's amazing how there is beauty even in destruction.
I'm sure there's something in there about rebirth and rebuilding too but I'm too tired to put my rambling thoughts into words. My bad.
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