There are feature hunts and then there are feature hunts. This one started out like most. It was a slow news day and I pointed my car south to see if I could find something interesting to shoot. I passed by some kids playing outside their farmhouse, and soon caught sight of a wisp of smoke on the horizon. I thought it might be the remains from a grass fire I heard come over the scanner earlier in the day, so I went to investigate. It was a grass fire, but it was a controlled burn. I spent the next few hours photographing the men working to burn off the old growth to maintain a habitat for pheasants. The light got better the longer I stayed. It was something to be that closer to the inferno. If I wasn't a photographer I'd be a firefighter.
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