Musings, Kraut & Jam

Mike is on the Roosevelt Fire.  The big, monster fire is getting slayed, bit by bit.  There are now over 1000 fire fighters fighting the beast.  Sunday was the biggest day.  Houses turned to dust.  Chimneys stand, totems to the altered landscape.  All that is left on barren, ash-covered ground.  Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.  A moose lays, swollen in the heat, its hairs singed off in the fire.  The killing hand of the monster touches more than homes and trees.  Luckily, there were no firefighters that were injured or killed.  Many took enormous risks for sticks and bricks.  A culture of risk-taking drives them to desperate and ridiculous measures. 

A friend loses her family cabin.  This is all that is left. 

Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.