Between Cortez, Colorado and Gallup, New Mexico on that stretch of road where you can see the 110 degree heat shimmering above miles of desolate flat desert, we saw a long line of flames, burning a mile or so in the distance, parallel to the highway. He pulled over and took out his camera.
While he set up the tripod, I sat beside the car and watched.
It was hot on the dry grass beside the Southwestern desert highway. The air smelled like it does in the vicinity of the chemical factories on the river in West Virginia where my ex-husband's family live. I was uneasy, aware that it would take at least twenty minutes to complete the time lapse photographs.