You got it, a grass fire. Grass fires look benign, nothing much to worry about, right? Wrong. Grass fires can consume lots of other plants, trees and property along the way and still be named a grass fire.
The grass fire from last Sunday was a medium one, not so big as to threaten the city, but big enough to keep eight fire trucks and 25 firefighters busy for the afternoon and evening. --update-- As well as the night...
Following up on last week’s post, summer’s really gone. Maybe we’ll get a few more warm days, but overall… Fall.
So that incites me to write the second part of the summer post. Seeing and remembering what we did, as well as forgetting what we didn’t do.
Mostly. So now is the time to look and cry over all those things that we didn’t do during this summer. That always makes me think about all the things we did do.
Stay positive, eh? Why complain about the things we didn’t do? Because that’s our human nature and we regret that this summer time is now gone. You should have gone to live in [fill in your sunny destination here]
The weekend is supposed to be quiet, no work to be done and no hassles. While everyone agrees with that, not all weekends follow this excellent rule.
My weekends lately didn’t even hear of it and followed their own rules. Except this one. At last a weekend filled with family life and relaxation. Here are some impressions of the weekend.
Or so it is said. If it’s not the for end of the world, at least this is true for this year’s summer. Signs show that the summer is on its way out and preparing to leave us with colourful leaves and fresh nights.
Insects that were hardly photographable until now, slow down and show us their beauty. Birds gather together, not for warmth, but in preparation of a long trek. So where does that leave us, poor photographers in search of beauty to capture?