Into the mist …

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Went for a stroll out in the drizzling rain,  and took a few photos into the veil of mist.  jenjoycedesign© mist2

The mist softens the blackened soil, but the grass is growing up through it in the open spaces now, hovering over and caressing the wound of the wildfire.

I am feeling a nearly unperceivable whispering heartbeat of optimism …

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… as if the landscape is tenacious, as much as it is vulnerable.

15 thoughts on “Into the mist …

    1. AJ, I am not sure if Mr Blue Oak Tree made it. For now its trunk is black , like thousands of others, yet in patchy places there is no burn…. we’ll see next spring if fresh leaves appear.

  1. You can’t keep the good earth down (get it? The Good Earth?)…or a good explorer on a good ex-po-to-tion. Grow, tall grass, grow…til time and times are done.

    1. Taddy, Spring will tell us what things will shape up to be, until then, its still pretty awfully black, and I am refraining from showing the ugliness… only trying to artfully present the situation, as usual. xx

    1. It will be in the least ” interesting ” and hopefully a lucky bit of “glorious” … time will tell. For now just black trunks, trees slowly toppling over … and many deciduous trees still with last season’s growth, dead (heat scorched but not burned) and still upright.

  2. Ah. It was inevitable, and yet it’s a surprise, isn’t it? I love “the whispering heartbeat of optimism.”

  3. I’m glad things are a little greener with new life. I can’t wait to start seeing things take new shape. I know you will keep us posted! ❤️

    1. Debbie, as you see enough of the fires wrath on your side of the mountain, I know you mean it from the heart. I find it very courageous of everyone to keep going. xx

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