Happy Friday, my friends!
Stealing content from my photography site for today’s post.
Enjoy the fire, stay safe and don’t play with matches.
Leave that up to me 😉
What is it about a fire that draws, sucks, lures and beckons us toward the fatal flames? The desire to feed the source coupled with the sensibility to douse it out once it’s served it’s purpose or delivered its destruction.
I have no poignant answers.
Just a torch and a camera.
“You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that…
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