So. I was going to post some photos today. A couple of days ago, I was telling Lauren about an incident that occurred not much over two years ago and seeing I had nothing else to post about today, I was going to post photos from that today. This forest fire broke out near our place, nearly got us, and I took some photos of it. The house we lived in then was right beside the railway line and the fire jumped the tracks, but they kept the trains running and if memory serves correct, if you ignore the fact I took the photos through a fly screen, the photos are actually quite good. So this morning I got up, went over to my drawer of assorted stuff, took out all the envelopes of photos, looked through them ... and found nothing. I think I checked them all about four times. Now I'm one of these people who cannot stand losing stuff. It doesn't matter how insignificant or unimportant it is, if it's mine and I've lost it, I get pissed and search high and low for the blighter. Really, I can't see how it's NOT here. I'm sure it's in that drawer and I'm sure I remember looking at those photos not so long ago. Where the hell are they? Photos do not just get up and walk away. I've looked everywhere in my room that they could possibly be and I can't find-
HA! FOUND THEM. My general annoyance and ruthless searching anywhere for stuff I've lost is only beaten by my celebration and thumbing my nose at the world when I find it. I have weird attitudes, I realise this. But when I find something I've lost, I'm either 1. relieved or 2. spitefully happy, in this manner of "suck on THAT, all that desires to conspire against me."
Around about March 2002, Mum and I were driving home from school when we spotted this huge plume of smoke billowing from about where our house was. Needless to say, this was quite unnerving, so you can imagine the relief we felt when we turned onto our street and saw our house was still standing and quite undamaged. The fire was coming from just behind our place in this grassy patch of land and I took these photos from Mum's second floor bedroom.
I was very surprised they kept running the trains, especially when the fire jumped the tracks.
Later on, they managed to contain it to the opposite side of the tracks.
And here's what it looked like the next morning. You can see a small bit still smouldering on my side of the tracks and that didn't go fully out for a few days. Indeed, one afternoon, it nearly flared right back up again.
Almost exactly a year before, we had some major flooding. The first photo I took from down in the 'gully' between our place and the railway line. By this time, the waters had already gone down. At one point they were quite significantly higher.
This is from Mum's room, looking along roughly the same angle as the fire shots. The water had gone down majorly by the time of this photo. I wish that we'd taken one from when the flood was at its peak because that was quite impressive. If the line weren't there, it looked just like a lake, there was no long grass visible at all (to give some context, the grass before the fire was taller than I am).
That's about it. Oh, I'll answer that true/false thing tomorrow, so this is your last chance if you can be bothered.