The fire is our ally; it helped us evolve, build, and ultimately fight each other.
While being on our side, it destroys nature; in most cultures, it is believed to be the one to put an end to our civilisation, as well.
As a pacifist, fire appeals less to my camera.
The following is a short series that made one of three exceptions in the last ten years. It subjectively documents a traditional grasslands’ burning; the fire is intentionally put, each autumn’s end, to clean and nourish the pastures for the next year. The smoke embraces the village below, and the smell has something that reminds people of their childhood. Just like the bonfires in the spring, meant to mark the beginning of the Lent, there is something spiritual, purifying, to this fire, and that was what kept my eyes on it, at the time.