Resting up

During the summer months Smitty spends the night outside, the "midnight" shift. It exhausts her so she naps until it's time to go out again.

This evening, as I pulled weeds in the garden, semi's on the road started honking like crazy. Turns out they were honking to pay homage for a burial party arriving in the cemetary for a fallen Firefighter. Lots of emergency equipment was there, lights flashing, as the comrades paid their last respects. I could clearly hear the bagpipe playing "Amazing Grace". I thought about how lucky we are that there are men willing to run into a burning building for us, many volunteers. I decided against photographing it even though the people there probably wouldn't have seen me. Leave them to their grief. I love it, though, that even in death they remain brothers.