I drove to work on Monday toward a fiery sky and discovered that I had thirty minutes to spare, since I had forgotten we had a teacher's meeting at 8:00 and school was starting an hour late. So, ignoring the few minutes I could have used to do some intensive planning for the day, I promptly joined the cook, a good friend of mine, to walk about three blocks over and investigate a burning house. There were fire-fighting vehicles parked all along the street, and, to my surprise, I recognized most of the firemen who were cleaning up the last remains of the burned-out, building, which, fortunately, had been vacant when the fire erupted early that morning. Some were former students of mine.
So we approached and snapped a couple of pictures of the ruins, the smoke, the embers, and the heroes.