Queimadas

This whole place is starting to burn. Natural fires, controlled fires that are part of management of the park itself (though not a consensual practice), and illegal fires (not really controlled). These are called cold fires. Low intensity, low temperature fires, consuming mostly the grass layer. Later the time will come for intensive and more penetrating fires.

The sky is often covered by a layer of brown to grey-ish hue, and the intense smell of burnt vegetation is a constant. As the flakes of ash hovering are. What is left is a desolated landscape and dark grey ground, waiting for the rain to wash the ashes away, and for the new grasses to emerge that will delight all the grazing animals.

On a side note: a lost explosive device from war times is likely to have gone off yesterday after lunch time. Might have been triggered by the heat resulting from the fires. A deep loud blast spread over the camp-site. No one injured. All is good.