Impressions

The inferno rages, flames licking into the morning sky, tainting the clouds fiery red and orange. Banks of orange and red fade as they rise, and the fog tempers the view. Soon the fire is gone, leaving only burning embers to smoulder and mist.

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Long time blogger, Father of Jack, geek of many things, random photographer and writer of nonsense.

Doing my best to find a balance.

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