A Personal History of Fire

here i came to the very edge where noth­ing at all needs say­ing… and every day on the bal­cony of the sea open fire is born and every­thing is blue again like morning”

— Pablo Neruda

Comments
Comment from Joanna Moore - June 26, 2012 at 1:42 pm

This is a won­der­ful his­tory of your rela­tion­ship with fire. When I was a child, I used to have night­mares about the house being on fire and my fish tank with my fishies in it boil­ing. I think your fire dreams may be hered­i­tary or you grew up in a high fire dan­ger area like I did! P.S. Bill and Bob were Belgians.

Comment from linds_e - June 28, 2012 at 9:07 pm

Bel­gians! Oops.