Nothing gets you out of bed faster than the sound of sirens and the smell of acrid smoke. From where my bed is situated I can look out my window at a large, open park located right behind my home. I couldn't see past my fence for smoke.
I have no idea who's place was on fire. From the sound of the sirens it was close, but no uber-close, I don't think. I'd say over a block away.
Nothing gets you started on a day with a feeling of deep, deep gratitude like knowing today was the day for a home in your neighbourhood to burn and it wasn't yours.
Mackie and I found this vision of beauty on our hikes the other day:
So I made this:
Silly creatures. They really just have no idea how to take a bad picture.
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