Today, I will share some scary pictures of the smoke from one of last summer's fires. I took these pictures when I didn't have a computer and I really wanted to share them at the time, but couldn't.
I think the pictures give you a sense of the power of nature.
This was the first of many fires in our country, caused by a small plane that crashed into a mountain. It was the one closest to our canyon, but we were not at risk.
Several people lost their homes in an area where it is difficult to get home insurance. So it was very tragic. Our town pitched in of course, as small towns always do, but still.
Sometime later in the summer, lightning caused some 50 fires in our county, mostly to the west of us. So, once again, we were safe. Firefighters had several command posts in town, making me feel safe. They are my heroes, for sure.
With the exception of that small dot, which must be from the flash, I really like this picture with the black smoke clouds on top, the setting sun in the middle, and then the contour of the hills. I exhale every year when it gets cold and wet in the canyon. And say a prayer of gratitude....
