Conflagration

Since our last excursion to the northern border, we’ve kept fairly close to home, which doesn’t mean the camera has been inactive.

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Our dried up water courses are gradually recovering from long weeks of drought, fed by a few “rain events.”

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Though many stormy skies failed to produce.

One day recently we got high wind warnings followed by email messages from the power company assuring us that they were preparing for the coming storm. Not only did the storm not arrive, but the wind chimes grew silent for the first time in days.

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If the morning of October 30th had been dramatic, the following day began with what suggested a massive conflagration behind the opposite hill.

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With the arrival of daylight, the sight was downgraded, more resembling a smoking ruin.

Still worthy of a photograph.

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On November 1st, malevolent eyes glared at us.

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Which soon morphed.

Does anyone else see a fire-breathing monster here?

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But that turned into a golden morning.

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When the leaves are down, our hills are prettily decorated by white-barked trees.

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We did a brief run to the village.

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Turning into our road , on the way home, I just managed to catch this shaft of light that seemed to single out those few still colourful trees.

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Fall is a season of endless delights. The tamaracks are now in their rusty Fall attire.

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