Living in Northern California on the edge of the Fire Storm has been a scary 2 weeks. |
| Fire Dance Flames climb a stage of pines. A troupe of ballerinas adorned in scored silk skirts of luminous reds and gold reach to the night sky. The chorus line pivots and leaps in cadence with the rhythm of the wind. Dancers pirouette in mindless unison focused on their hunger. Brilliant costumes obscure charred blackened feet while eyes are drawn high to watch the vamp of graceful fingers beckon in greedy destruction. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |