A fire doesn't last for days, but years...

A fire, a forest fire in particular, doesn’t end after the firemen save all the hoses in their red trucks and leave, after all the smoke flies away and the burned smell finally disappears. In a way it keeps burning for months and years, with the black charred trees still standing, waiting to be cut or just to finally fall down by themselves, making the landscape even more naked, and with it the Winters that get colder and the Summers more torrid.

These photos were taken last year and are a small follow-up to a project where I went looking for the slow descent into the darkness of Winter of Portugal’s Beira Baixa region immediately after 2017’s massive forest fires, long after of outsiders had look elsewhere, revisiting some of the same places almost a year later. I wonder what will I find this year.