My friend Steve's birthday is July 27, 1951. His death day is July 28, 2002. He was
fighting a fire in Northern California when his fire truck, with a crew of five,
plunged 1200' down a cliff. Two of the crew miraculously survived. I knew Steve
for about 30 years. I met him at the same time I met my husband.

It is about the same time right now as I post this, that we got the phone call telling
us there had been an accident. That feeling will never leave me.

While cleaning off his desk, after he'd died, his sister came across a doodle by the
phone. It showed a truck on the edge of a cliff. There was a symbol, kind of a spiral,
that at first I took as a fire hose. (The truck rolled end over end down the cliff.)
There were four words on it, they were smoke, fire, cliff and fog. I took that as a
sign that somehow he knew.

B&W version: http://www.pbase.com/image/31914846

(added text) I debated whether or not to post this photo today because I feel like
I have been kind of depressing with some of my photos and/or text. I wanted to do
PaD to document my life, as a photo journal, and this is what I thought of today.
I've had a lot of losses in the last few years but I'm working through it and my life
is really pretty good.