Black Fire - White Ash

I presume, most people from around the world would have heard of the Victorian Bush Fires. It was a large scale natural disaster and unfortunately a lot of people lost their lives and many more lost their homes and belongings. I am not a writer and still cant find the words to explain how sad and devastated I felt. How helpless. At the time I was working around Smith Gully, so I got up early one morning to record the burnt forests, but all I could see was the haze and smell the smoke. When I stopped I was ankle deep in ash and worried about how much more was going to get burnt, about the dead people, people who suddenly lost their families and friends, about the chaos. I simply couldn't understand what I saw and nothing made sense. My usual aim is to find beauty, not disaster and devastation. I never made it to the forest. Roads were closed and my emotions were running high and I was teary. I remember feeling guilty standing there taking photos, but suddenly saw and found beauty in the most unexpected places. Now I am looking forward to going back in a years time to record the growth.