Closer to Home

Last Night our neighbors asked me if I had heard the sirens. I replied that living near a major artery in the city, I have become numb to the noise. Seems last Sunday a young man ended his life with a 160 km/hr impact with a tree. The vehicle came to rest against an apartment building. His parents erected a memorial site. Camera in hand I went to the site, it was a mere half a block away. I must have heard it. Among the flowers there was still pieces of the broken car. Broken car, broken souls, broken hearts, broken lives. While taking some low angle shots I could still smell the gasoline from the ruptured fuel tank. This is getting closer to home every day I work on this.