burn baby burn

this really upset me friday night...

i came home from a fun night out with co-workers (dinner then a trip to see the new batman (which was great, btw)) and as i was brushing my teeth, getting ready for bed...

whats that smell?

turns out there was a huge fire at a house up a block and over a block from mine. i could see it from my window. the blaze caused over a million dollars in damages.

after watching it in horror for a half hour (yes i went outside to explore), i went home and tried to sleep, dizzy and nauseated from the smoke...

and really sad, thinking about that poor person's house.

what if i came home to my apartment, burning, with my roommate and/or boyfriend sleeping inside?

or what if all my belongings went up in flames?

and what it if wasn't even our fault?

i don't think i'd be able to handle losing everything i have. the few belongings left at my parents house are minimal - my pez collection, some old clothes, and my baseball cards. hardly the momentos i love here - like my grandma's sewing machine, my bikes, my grad school research work, or my pictures & old diaries.



anyways, the above shot is as close as i could get. we onlookers stood on the corner, up the hill to be away from the smoke.

i felt bad taking other pictures, anyways. i didn't like the feeling that i was treating their tragedy as a spectacle.