We found a field fire.
Grass that burns will grow greener than the grass on the other side, tell that to anyone who comes 'rolling in on a burning tire'. Our shadow changes as the sun rises and sets, get used to it.
Burnt rubber doesn't grow back . . .
"And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
that looks nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're going to set my house on fire
Just to show me you were there
Well I was raised up like a snake
You were raised to leave me bait
I always, always take"
(The Dead Weather)
Thank you Second Time Around ( secondtimearound.co ) ;)
Photographer: BJ Engelbrecht