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:: Sunday, July 29, 2007 ::
Fire - 火事
About an hour ago, while sitting here knitting, I smelled something. Something... scorching. I made sure that it wasn't in my kitchen (a slow stewing disaster of a forgotten shortbread, perhaps?), and then I saw the smoke out the kitchen window. It reminded me of a Brooks Chicken barbecue--waves of white smoke from charcoal and chicken. Then the sirens started wailing. As I stood on my own fire escape I saw six fire trucks screaming their way to the scene. So of course, like many other curious citizens out there, I had to go, rubberneck, and take pictures.
(flickr)
(flickr)
(flickr)
This gives you some idea of where it was. It wasn't the corner building, but two to the left of that. It's really early yet, so no news of how it happened. I didn't see any ambulances speeding away from the scene, though, so I think and hope everyone is okay.Labels: Life, Photos, San Francisco
:: Kazen @ Always Doing 6:08 PM [+] ::
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