I’ve counted 13 middle fingers in this picture.
A night at my brother’s house, and he seems to have the same theme.
I left the shutter open for 8 seconds, then blew on the fire from a couple different spots.
Instead of staring at the TV, they decided to stare at something else for a while.
Another open shutter shot, this time writing words (thank you Mathew) with the burning end of a stick.
My fire ember poem to Kelli.
Here it comes, the storm of the year…
Catagory 5, Hurricane Isabel.
It was on all the news reports…
So I called Jake (the corvette guy)….