Fire

This morning I awoke to the sound of Dave peeking through the aluminum mini blinds, followed by sirens and rumble of fire trucks. I slipped outside in my pajamas and saw the yellow glow of a huge house fire, just a couple houses down from our apartment. The trees obscured most of it, but I could see flames licking out toward the road and the smoke was intense. Soon our entire street was filled with fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. It was still dark out, and the whole block was eerily lit with the glow of flashing red and white and blue, and the subtle yellow of the house in flames. I couldn't even picture which house it was, but Dave said it was a decrepit looking house of sticks that you could barely notice from the road. As far as we know, no one was inside. Abandoned houses make me sad. Abandoned houses that go up in flames make me even sadder.

I really wanted to get a photo of my street packed with emergency vehicles, but I didn't want to get in the way. So I shot what I could from my apartment. The glow on my blossoming tree was really creepy.

Like a pink blizzard.

And the condensation on my crappy windows was rather beautiful.

I made a little animation of the lights through my bedroom window. They're kind of pretty and almost hypnotic after awhile.