Forest Fire Revisited
Each day, driving between William Lake and Grand Rapids, we pass the site of the 2008 forest fire. One evening near sunset the light is perfect, and Dave and I stop to take photos.
The ground is green, but above where there should be canopy is only superstructure. The trees slowly disintegrate, branchlet to branch to trunk to stump. As extremities crumble, so the bark unfurls to reveal white skeletons beneath. These bones are desiccated, hardened to freeze-dried iron toughness, but as summers pass they too will fall to time and decay.
No birds sing, and the wind soughs gently between the trunks; I wonder if it wonders why it makes so empty a sound. Under the cold setting sun it is an eerie place.
We contemplate for a minute or two and snap a few more shots. It is definitely time to see what is on the menu in Grand Rapids. Somewhere warm, where there are people.
© Graham Young, 2011