We are all weary, all of us who live on Commerce Avenue near the entrance to Seven Hills. Weary of the rollercoaster, the deceptive ebb and frightening flow of the fires that now seem to surround us, the waiting. So many times over the last three days we have come to what we thought was a breaking point, a definitive turn for the better, an end in sight, only to have it snatched by another flare-up. Now the mountains that I see from the front of my house are ablaze, and the flames look ready to jump the canyon to the near, lower range right behind the homes that are a mere four streets up the way from Commerce Avenue.
These are still low-resolution images from a slow-shuttered, handy pocket-size, quick-pic camera from about 1998, but they should bear dramatic witness to the proximity and downright nasty nature of the Station Fire. These were taken just about 10pm straight up.
