In the west we don't joke about fire.
An actual fire may be extremely beautiful but we cannot bring ourselves to see it that way. Too many people, houses, trees, and animals perish.
But in their glory at the height of the season the aspen are resplendent in a way that dazzles us with golden light. These are flames we can embrace as they move from chartreuse to golden yellow to orange. Our hearts are uplifted by the sight.
We are having a slow walk through this season this year. It has afforded me some awesome moments to paint by.