This is a Place of Fire. Not just a Fireplace.
There once stood a house on a small parcel of land. Several years ago a fire robbed this family of a home that sat peacefully surrounded by an orchard of orange trees. A brick fireplace is all that remains. Haunted amongst the crumbled bricks must lay years of memories for a family. I have driven passed it for a couple of years now and I have always wondered how it would present itself as a photo. I have stared at it and dissected the contrast of the brick hidden behind the dark gloomy trees. My gut instinct is that it provokes sadness. It is a reminder of loss for a family that I never knew.