I heard a loud bang, and then saw tiny vibrant sparkles flickering behind the dense branches of the trees in the woods beyond the fields. They were there for an instant, and then they were gone.
It’s that time of year in the UK when the inhabitants of this wonderfully eccentric land where quirks are celebrated and the weird and crazy is welcome, go out into the dark and cold to burn things on big pyres and set off big explosions of fireworks.
“Don’t you Remember,Guy Fawkes Night ditty via Wiki
The Fifth of November,
‘Twas Gunpowder Treason Day,
I let off my gun,
And made’em all run.
And Stole all their Bonfire away.”
There are bangs going off intermittently all around where I live tonight, but usually I can’t see even the ghostly after-smoke of the fireworks… so it was nice to catch some sparkles.
Anyway, I have nothing to offer you tonight other than an image which came to mind as I thought of fire…
It’s not a bonfire, but this is one of my favourite photos which I took (I was moonvoodoo on deviantart until I closed my account recently) a few Winters ago of flames in the wood burner sizzling and crackling through what was left of the X-mas tree.
The wisp of smoke which looks a bit like a spirit, an angel, an elemental isn’t photoshopped… that’s why I love this photograph.
Have a lovely weekend everyone!