went home for Easter Sunday and ended up helping my folks start a bonfire in the garden to burn all of our old wood, branches and shrubs that were lying around our garden...
thankfully I had my trusty camera with me to take a few snaps of this very Pagan Easter Sunday...
Now I can assure you I'm no pyromaniac, but I do love a good fire.
whether its an open fire in your sitting room, or a wonderfully wild bonfire outdoors, there is something so captivating about the sight of a roaring, crackling, flame...
some primal instinct that holds our attention, through fright or awe, to watch it grow in strength and finally subside into embers..
((also added some fire-related images from the web that I like))
Peace,
Wide Eyed Fire Child,
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