Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I still want to be a fireman when I grow up. Since that seems unlikely, I take photos instead.
The kid in me who never grew up is fascinated by everything having to do with fire. I'd really like to be a fireman when I grow up, but since, with the passage of time, that seems increasingly unlikely, I have to content myself with being a gawker instead -- or, as I prefer to put it, a photographer.
A whole mechanized division of fire trucks and emergency vehicles converged on these apartment building at Wingra Park and Arbor Drive last night and then just sat, lights flashing. engines running, but not much happening. I was drawn like a moth to a flame, even though there were no flames to be seen.
While the firefighters were inside, I took of and around the fire engines. I loved the way this Honda bike glowed in the firelight. Eventually the firefighters exited the building, pulling an exhaust fan. I don't know, but I imagine there was a kitchen fire or something like that, quickly put out, and then they spent the rest of their time their double and triple-checking that the fire had not spread to the walls. They may have been remembering that these apartments replaced an earlier building that was gutted by fire about 30 years ago.