Hanging out with my friend over the weekend. She smokes.

So in between reading her the riot act about this filthy habit and threatening her with cancer deaths I cannot possibly predict,

I did what I do, take pictures.

The best thing about smoke and fire or fire related things in general is that they have a life of their own.

Fire feels like it has an attitude and smoke feels like it follows only the wind.

Or some poetic stuff like that.

I just think it looks cool.