Have you noticed
the burning of a thing,
the destruction of it,
how it produces beauty?
Tongues of fire, luminous,
crackling, cackling, gleeful,
turning into shapeless ash
a thing with shape and form.
And smoke, its soul,
flowing out, spiraling up,
scattering its fragrance,
its every single memory.
Fire and smoke,
dance of the elements.
Ashes, the last remains.
Then, life begins anew.
I had always been thinking of trying out photographing smoke and had not realised how hard it was. So after loads of smoke-filled and smoke-absent photos, I got a few that I liked. So some more smoky photos might ensue.
@winemonologues Thanks Fife
@yogee246 Thanks Gita