After the Fire
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
A lite colonel I used to work with looks me up about once every 5 years. This time, he waited about 6 before emailing me out of the blue.
I met him back about 1988 or so when we were both working on Â our Mastersâ€™ degrees and kept running into each other in the same classes. He was an O-5 and I was a GS-5 trainee. We often teamed up Â together whenever there was a class project coming up. We were always reliable as teammatesâ€”and Â that wasnâ€™t always so of every lieutenant or trainee in our classes. He was also a â€œsafeâ€ teammate who didnâ€™t get drunk and hit on me like half of those lieutenants did.
Heâ€™s about 60 now and having the adventure of his
life in Montanaâ€”the kind of thing we should all aspire toâ€”and heâ€™s quite a good photographer. He sent several amazing photosâ€”some taken Â from glass-bottomed helicopters Â and Â others Â while Â climbing Â mountains Â and Â glaciersâ€”and said I could share with friends.
One that really struck home with me was the one he called â€œAfter Â the Fire.â€ Â It reminded Â me of somewhere between the 5 of cups and the 9 of pents…that part of re- birth where thereâ€™s a backdrop of devastation and a gar- den is starting to take hold.
Hereâ€™s the story behind it, ironically the fire took place about the same time as my divorce, when I first had this image. So amazing to see it now in a photograph.
â€œThe East Fire in Yellowstone National Park a couple of years ago did considerable damage but as you can see, these Â wildflowers Â came Â right Â back Â the Â following Â year (photo made in late July 2005).â€