Ginger

Fire…..(Picture Heavy)

Saturday, my children and I drove to Petersburg, VA. to spend the day with several other homeschooling families and one of my many surrogate families. Wounded Lily and Papa Bear… 🙂

We had a wonderful day of fellowship and food. Add to that mix 8 teenagers, a couple of tweens and 2 or 3 that were ten and under….we needed lots of food. We had a beautiful day. It was rather warm for a February. I think the temperature actually climbed up to at least 55 degrees. Normally it would be in the low 20’s or teens possibly snow on the ground.

They live way out in the country next to a major set of rail road tracks that run through Petersburg. There property is lined with tall pine trees and a mix of smaller shrubs. As we were driving down the road towards their house we opened the windows to the van and the scent of pine drifted through the windows. This is also prime Civil War battle ground. If it wasn’t for the trains coming through at least 8 times a day….one could enjoy sitting there listening to the crickets at night during the summer. Fall and winter find the air crisp with the breezes scented with cold and pine.

Papa Bear built a bonfire. It was the adults who begged and it wasn’t until the fire was built we realized we were missing an important element to bonfire enjoyment. Marshmallows!! The bonfire started out rather huge as a good bonfire should. We were commenting on how unusual it was to be sitting there in front of the fire and not standing with our backsides trying to stay warm. As the fire would die down each of us would inch our chairs a little closer.

It is interesting to throw pine cones and pine needles into the fire and watch them burn. The pine cones will catch and some will burn from the bottom up with the flame burning and dancing from the top of the cone. The pine tags (needles) look like red hot pieces of string as they burn. The embers on the bottom glow red hot while the flames lick through the rest of the logs.

Fire is fascinating. It can be beautiful yet destructive. It seems to dance and sway to some silent music that only the fire knows. Fire is unique when photographing the flame and embers. I took several shots of the fire and embers with the flash and without. The flash pictures take on a different feel. My children compared the white the embers become with the flash to that of ice. The pine cones and the embers were white. To me it is a startling image with the white and black embers, which are actually glowing red when the flash is not in use.

I thought I would share the pictures that we took of the bonfire. The photos have been cropped and scaled for easier loading for those on dial up.

(Copyright warning….these are my photos. Please do not copy,display or publish with out my permission….Thank You. They are not that good but they are mine.)

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February 12, 2008 - Posted by | Blogs, Boys, Celebrations, Children, Curiosity, Daughter, Family, Family Fun, Food/Recipes, Friends, Games, Growing up, Holidays, Homeschooling, Humor, Just Life, Men, Observances, Photography, Relationships

4 Comments »

  1. wow Ginger!! Those are amazing shots! Did you hear about the wildfires in VA too? I was glad to hear that those pictures were from the “campfire”! 🙂 I hope you had a relaxing time!

    Comment by warren'swife | February 12, 2008 | Reply

  2. Great shots!!
    I love the differences of using flash or not.

    Comment by Elaine | February 14, 2008 | Reply

  3. fire

    television before there was television

    I could watch a fire for hours

    I’m with you…..it is the same as watching the ocean when the waves are crashing ashore. Fire has a life all of it’s own. It’s mesmerizing. We don’t really have a tv. I just wish we had a fireplace…..I have even contemplated fire pit in the back yard.

    Comment by gwadzilla | February 17, 2008 | Reply

  4. You made me homesick for a small piece of my childhood that was innocent and warm and comforting. Of course, we didn’t roast marshmellows though, we had tin mugs of simmering pumpkin soup. (Our stove was wood fueled and Mum would make a huge pot of pumpkin soup, we’d all run back and forth between the two fires to refill the mug.)

    Your photo’s are beautiful.

    Comment by tessofthebellgrades | February 19, 2008 | Reply


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