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What Once Was

Coming across the remains of a campfire, I envisioned the orange/red glow of flames crackling in the air with occasional puffs of smoke vanishing in the a cool evening breeze.  Then, reality took hold and I saw what is...embers out.


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What Once Was (aka Embers Out)

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Dragonstar said…
Nice find! I love the scent of wood smoke.
November 5, 2021 at 4:59 PM
Ginny Hartzler said…
Kind of a symbolic downer...
November 5, 2021 at 6:24 PM
Brian's Home Blog said…
I'm glad they were thorough putting out the fire though.
November 5, 2021 at 7:41 PM
Ann said…
I always used to love a good fire. Of course an unattended one that hasn't been properly put out is a recipe for danger.
November 6, 2021 at 5:29 AM
Rob Siemann said…
I can almost smell it
November 6, 2021 at 7:22 AM
Debbie said…
nothing better than the smell of a campfire. tis' the season!!
November 6, 2021 at 4:12 PM
Beatrice P. Boyd said…
It was sure better than coming across a burning fire, and a nice B&W image, JP.
November 6, 2021 at 5:31 PM
MadSnapper said…
I love fire, all kinds of fire and who knew a dead fire could be art
November 7, 2021 at 9:37 AM
Anni said…
You got that right!! If one pays attention to birds, you know what to expect in upcoming days with weather.
Great post today.
Thanks for sharing and linking in at I'd Rather B Birdin'.
November 11, 2021 at 5:22 PM
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