Finding Fire.

Finding fire.

Liquid heat. Isn’t that something, the character of flame, found — licking and consuming; hungry and self nourishing?

Shooting fire is a compulsion (along with starting fires). I like the study of fire — watching it closely. But, like anything, it’s hard to shoot, it keeps moving.

And sparks, like…


Easy to be consumed.

Find fire, your self.


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