(all photos taken by J. Paradies because he’s whining that I didn’t credit him for taking them, with my camera, in my backyard, and downloaded to my computer and then posted to my account. Tee hee hee)
Fire cleanses.
Fire is rage.
Seems appropriate for me right now. The smoke, the confusion, the disbelief, the anger.
As luck (and having the resources of a Queen) would have it, being a parent means using things like this as a learning opportunity.
Class is in session.
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Oh my gosh, how close to your house is that??
And I hope someone gets schooled in the process.
Hang in there, let us know what’s going on when you can.
Oh my stinkin’ heck? GAH! That is scary!
Eee gads. Filtered breathing mask on The Count yet?
Holy enchilada (do I have the best exclamation so far?!?). I just finally listened to the news in the car, and I’ve been wondering if you guys are okay.
I hope you are all okay…
WOW.
Those are amazing pictures!
How terrifying.