
I am not in the newsroom 10 minutes this morning when the scanner goes off alerting a structure fire outside city limits. I waited for the first engine company to arrive on scene and when the words “structure fully involved” I grabbed my camera and ran.

An abandoned farmhouse was burned to the ground and when I arrived the flames were still high. I grabbed a few shots of the crews working the scene around the flames and getting lost in the smoke. I arrived back at the office only to be told I smelled like an old garbage dump fire. That is just one of the perks of being a photojournalist.
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