Flamin' Groovy!

The fire in our house has established itself as a more or less permanent feature of our evenings this winter and will remain so for the foreseeable future if the latest forecasts are correct. It's been a nice addition though, even if I do, by a country mile, prefer the natural light and warm temperatures of summer.

To me, the forking flames of a fire in full swing are other-worldly things. They are as fleeting as the wisps of smoke they spar with, both of their ethereal forms in constant, mercurial, transition.

But suspending them in time by snapping a photo can reveal the strangest, innermost constituents of their make-up, their haze and glow and shadow, and show how these combine to create weirdly wonderful images.

Images that can nearly become stories, magical mysteries even, in themselves.

Most peculiar, mama!

More soon ...

Flamin' Hell!