Seemed like a good idea at the time. The Christmas tree was tinder dry but I never imagined that the meadow would be so dry too. Who would expect that in the middle of an Irish winter?
It happened fast. While I was trying to figure out some fancy camera settings, the blaze took off. The drama of a raging fire not too far from the house, obliterates all other thoughts. Betwixt and between taking the photos and stamping out the increasing flames I started to shout my head off .......but didn't put the camera down! Hey that's fire for you, it demands your full attention, but on the other hand the creative process is also a kind of flame that luckily is also hard to subdue.
I am not a fire woman at all! More of a water soul. So to be this close to such a powerful and overwhelming furnace of a fire, with glowing sparks flying in all directions, took my breath away.
I needed to put out the burning meadow fire alright but that little flame of creativity, the one that has persisted in spite of damp drizzly conditions at times, that one I decided, I would nurture and protect and encourage to spread. Mmmm .......hopefully it will spread like wildfire and even more sparks will fly!