Burning, Burning, Burning
Los Angeles | The End of Summer | September 23, 2009
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I walked the winding path upward and stopped where it wound back upon itself. I photographed from this spot for 52 minutes never venturing more then a few feet this way or that.
I made one photograph towards the crest then turned and made a photograph towards the view. Within seconds I turned back toward the crest… There, not 10 feet away now sat a large, red and awfully silent fire truck. It had stopped short from running me over while my back was turned.
I looked at the driver and nodded out of shock to see him there so clearly through that giant glass windshield. He smiled and nodded back as I was now stepping out of the way to let it pass by. As it did, through the rear windows I saw many fireman’s faces, all laughing as they stared back at me through the glass.