I'm fascinated by natural disasters.
Does that make me freaky (ier)?
Last weekend I spied smoke.
Considering the temps and all the recent CA fires, I was immediately drawn.
On our way home from out of town, we decided to take a detour.
Well I begged hubby to take me to the fire, and he obliged.
As we drew closer I began snapping in the car.
Finally after 10 through-the-dash photos, Hubby pulled over and I got out of the car.
Hot. Fire and temperature hot.
The huge puffy pillows of smoke expanded.
Wondering, hoping there were no homes damaged, no firefighters hurt.
The kids watched the airplanes fly over and spray their orange retardant.
After 15 minutes, I snapped the last few.
Awestruck by nature's sadness.