“There is in hell a place stone-built throughout … of an iron hue, like to the wall that circles it about.” – Dante’s “Inferno”
Steel blue and gray smoke settles like wispy specters sitting down to dine at a table nestled in one of hell’s layers. Ripe flames orange as tangerines leap from charred edges of still standing stone walls. Sorrowful abandon shrouds the perimeter like a dry cloud. Total loss echoes with each crackling ember. Countless experiences captured in board, nail, tile, fabric, wall and door released in ash and smoke. Now destined to settle into scorched earth or drift across drought-stricken, Lazarus-like prairie.
Our roaming photographer captured destruction’s creation at a house fire north of Boyd last Sunday. The smoking remnants symbolize sorrow and emptiness. A house made home through family and friends transformed in moments into a reality suitable only for memory’s ghost.
But the idea of home looms bigger than brick and mortar. It’s where our hearts find refuge.
Despite the hell on earth that fate sometimes throws our way, heaven and home can always be found within the ones we love.