Close to home…
I was upstairs in my office, organizing my military files when suddenly we heard a bunch of sirens whizzing past our house heading up the hill. Heather ran upstairs and together we looked outside the upstairs window. We saw billows of smoke moving slowly across the sky like a storm heading in.
Another siren approached. I waited to see if my ears were right, and finally another fire truck zoomed past our house. Immediately we knew one of our neighborhood houses was on fire.
My very first thought was, I gotta capture this. I gotta grab my camera and go!
Only problem, I was in my underwear.
But heather was reading my mind, and within seconds she had run down and ran back up and set my D300s in my palms. My next thought was, “Man I love this woman!”
But the camera had just the 17-50mm lens on it, and I knew that I would need at least a 70-200 to catch some of the more intimate shots of firefighters working to fight the smoke and flames.
I grabbed a handful of clothes: shorts, a hooded shirt and a pair of sandals, and I ran into my closet where I held some of my Army camera gear. I grabbed a second camera body and snapped on the zoom lens.
Then, I just ran…