This morning I was walking the dog and there was a fire. First I noticed four firetrucks race down Lowell Street. This is not unusual as the fire-station is 1/2 mile away ON Lowell Street. What I noticed is that the sirens never seemed to fade away and as i walked closer to my home they got louder and louder. Then I smelled it, that sick smell of burning plastic and home. I walked up the stairs, and saw that Rachel was up. She had heard the sirens and imagined that something happened to me. I looked out my kitchen window and the house two doors away was burning. The sun was just raising and the smoke above the roof was beautiful. I fed the dog, grabbed my Canon and went on location.
The building burning has been under construction since the day I moved to Lowell Street. Everyone once and while you would see some progress but really not a lot happens. The firetruck was pumping water out of the basement onto the street. The firemen were milling around looking at the building. The exciting part was clearly over.
The funny thing was that as I walked around the corner I saw another man with a camera. Then I noticed yet another guy leaning into the basement with a huge camera. This must be the thing to do. I just wish I had a faster lens so I could have taken sharper images in this low light.
