My town is on fire.
My son took this picture of the Angora fire, with its heart-shaped cloud, from a spot 1.5 miles from our house. The last two days have been surreal, but we are fortunate that the fire did not come this way. I have been working in the studio, and my colors all seem to represent fire...
I'm feeling sad, and yet I am still focused on my work. Obsessed, almost. It's odd, when others are losing everything, to go about our daily routine.But while there's nothing much I can do to help my community at this point, I can still keep going with my own work.
2 comments:
wow, mel, that's intense. great photo, though. tell griff i said so. glad to know the only thing on fire at your place was the grill. xo, missy (PS - rodrigo said WHAT? you have a Portugeuse fan!)
Yes, well; more of a Portugese opportunist! I didn't know what language it was, but my interpreter friend was able to determine that he has a site where he sells T-shirts, and wanted a link to my site...
thanks for commenting; always exciting! (except if it's Rodrigo...)
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