I am fascinated by fire (in a non pyromaniac way obviously) – there is something of a life in the heat and flickering light. There is constant change, ebb and flow in a primal unencumbered way. I searched the web for something literay to more accurately describe my thoughts but it was all too pretty (with apologies to the beauty of Robert Frost’s “Fire and Ice”), there was none of the dark, intensity of flame.


“From the depths of its molten soul the fire god spoke these words,

Fear me,

Fear the touch of my hand

I will rip the life from your chest and consume it,

That which was, will be just a shell

Vulnerable, at risk

It’s very existence subject to my every whim”


3 thoughts on “Fire

  1. There is definitely a sense of a life force contained within the fire. I know what you mean. I think it’s those licks of flame, they seem like fingers or some kind of breathing. I really like your photos!

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