As I step into the forties I feel as if I’ve slipped into the pages of one of my favourite authors, Margaret Atwood and her post apocalyptic Oryx and Crake. Fires and loss and looters and power outages and no comms and devastated landscapes and people….
This image held up such a mirror for me, it’s like the images playing through my mind of my own home, how the still life of preciously placed things would have been hungrily consumed by the fire. And how easily your home sanctuary can be reduced to rubble and ash. And now hundreds and hundreds of others are homeless like us…