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« My Boys, The Twits, and Me. | Main | The Department of "Who Do We Think We Are Fooling?" »
Twitter is an amazing thing. Through it, I have been able to keep up with the happenings and goings on in far-friends' lives to an extent that I never could with blogs. I think it's that Twitter posts are quick and dirty and convey only the headlines of the lives I am interested in following. And I have some interesting Twits to follow!
A goodly contingent of my twits reside in southern CA, and have kept me informed about the fires that burn frighteningly close to their residences. Yesterday, Miss Martini posted a link to this flickr photoset that documents the aftermath of the Griffith Park fire. Some of the photos are disturbing, sad, and graphic...but there is also a beauty to them that is difficult to define. A horrific beauty.
I favorited this photo...and I keep going back to look at it. To remind myself. Yesterday, I really felt like that fire extinguisher. Today...not so much. Still, sometimes it's good to keep things in perspective. I am, afer all, only a tiny device in a vast, burning forest. It is true that I will never be enough...but I am something.
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