A Part Of The Cycle

Once there was a safe blanket of snow, the demolished house was set on fire.  

Any contents inside: gone.  

The flame was taller than the trees.  

There was also a garage and shed, they were set on fire too.  

Walking between them felt like a war zone and as hot as hell.  

The snow melted from the area.  

It was an unbearable heat.  

The crackling sounds were phenomenally loud -- something out of this world.

All that is left is melted glass, metal, and oddities like a ceramic bird.  

These things remaining that went through the fire, are what I have collected 

and am working with to create ornaments.  

As the fire was burning a friend of the family simply stated that it's "Part of The Cycle".

I collected items from the rubble.  

One of them being a gear with exactly seven holes. 

It's beautiful and being what it is -- a gear from a machine.

It evokes ideas of what it once was a part of, or what it could be a part of.  

I shrunk the images from "A Part of The Cycle" to fit the gear.