On the way home this evening I noticed plumes of smoke curling up from a number of spots into the evening air so like any curious photographer (or resident who happens to live in a bush-fire area) I went to investigate. The municipal services have been hard at work the last few weeks cleaning up after the storms we had recently and today they were doing a burn-off of some of the larger logs which couldn’t be carried away. A short distance from the Ferny Creek picnic grounds I found this pile of smoking logs and just knew I had to return later in the evening when it was dark.
After dinner, and when my son was safely ensconced in his bed, I grabbed my tripod and SLR and headed back to the fire. It was an incredible primal feeling to stand a short distance inside the pitch-black forest, your only light that of the fire and your woefully inadequate head lamp and listen to the sounds of the birds and animals all around you. There was something quite large moving in the undergrowth nearby cracking twigs and rustling leaves but hey, this is Australia and not Africa, and the only danger would be a slightly peeved wombat or kangaroo.
I took my time, revelled in the warmth from the crackling wood and got a great series of night fire photos.
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