Uprooted Magnolia

New Life Begins

Posted in Nature, Photography by leahyetter on September 13, 2011

One evening last week, I took a drive over to Squaw Mountain to survey the damage.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

It was sad to see only sticks poking out of the ashy ground.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Chirping birds seemed confused and misplaced.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Tears of sap oozed out of the charred trees.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Not everything got out in time.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Bare trees and singed pine needles filled this once lush and green forest.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Singed buckbrush leaves clung to their limbs.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

©Leah Yetter Photographer

©Leah Yetter Photographer

But through the forest of bare trees, I could see green.

©Leah Yetter Photographer

Patches of grass were popping up everywhere. I even saw some pine trees still green seeming to have escaped the fire and wrath of the pine beetle.

Thank you again to all the fire fighters that battled this monster.
It will take her a while to heal but there will be another spring for Squaw. Things will be blooming, birds singing, and bees humming. Just wait, we’ll see.

See more  images from this shoot here http://www.leahyetter.com/11septnewlifebegins/

And in case you missed it, here is a link to the fire http://www.leahyetter.com/110821squawfire/

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  1. Lenore Diane said, on September 14, 2011 at 5:49 pm

    Leah, the singed brush leave pictures hit me hard. Something about managing to hang on while the fire surrounds itself. I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling I get when I look at those particular shots. I do like the shots very much.
    This is a sad post – but a beautiful one, too. Does that make sense? Thank you for sharing.


    • leahyetter said, on September 15, 2011 at 9:14 am

      Yes. It makes complete sense Lenore. There is beauty in the ash and twigs. And the smell was like a campfire gone ornery. When the wind blows out of the south, we can smell the burn at the ranch. It sent us into a panic the other day and we ran to the top of the hill with binoculars to look for smoke. But it turns out that we were just smelling the ash of Squaw.
      I’m glad you like these. Thank you for commenting.


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