Grandma and I were minding our own business when it started to get quite dark in the office. Then we heard the sirens, and looked out the window to see big black billowing smoke across the major route that runs behind the house. Grandma grabbed Toots and coats, and ran out to the back fences.
I grabbed camera and coat and ran to the corner.
Still running, I tried to get shots from a distance, across the street.
Blur due to running, but I wanted to show the Deputy for a sense of proportion.
By then we knew it wasn’t just the spit of woods, but a house behind them.
Thankfully, the fire department assured us no one was home.
Still. The house is a total loss. I don’t know who lives there, but I sure feel for them. Can you imagine? You drop your kids off at daycare, you go to the office, just like any other day. And then this happens.
I took this from the opposite corner from our house, but still on the same side of the highway. I talked with a woman who said they were driving by and her husband jumped out of the truck at the sight of the flames, to go help. She hadn’t heard from him yet. This is about ten minutes after it all started.
And then my next door neighbor came running, yelling about the truck on fire.
While we ran back to check on the truck and get the baby out of it (I didn’t know he was in there), she conferred with the Deputies who ran with us and found that her husband was accounted for at the house fire site.
I invited her to bring the baby inside to keep him warm. Told the officers our address to let her husband know, and wow, what an exciting piece of the morning.
Have I mentioned I live in Mayhem?
Toots fell in love with Baby Gunnar. He was not quite two years old – May – and she will be three on April first. He towered over her.
She still wants to show him all of her toys and Playdoh.
Oh boy, do I appreciate our little home right now.