Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

weekend fire

Someone once said to me that she dislikes sitting around a firepit, that it is exactly like the way people zone out in front of the television.  The difference to me is that the fire seems like a living thing.  The wood is near the end of its existence and is providing us warmth.  It is ever changing.  D gets annoyed with me when every weekend I take photos of the fire.  I can't get enough.  I'm always searching for the next better way to capture this amazing light.

It's cool how changing the ASO by one notch completely changes the photo.

Both capture the moment perfectly.