Today, I drove through Bastrop, Texas to take my kids to a football game. It's a regular Saturday morning ritual for us, but Bastrop is about an hour and a half from where we live, so it's a bit more of a drive that we usually make. I had forgotten that just a few years ago Bastrop was devastated by a wild fire that destroyed nearly 35,000 acres, including thousands of homes. As we got close to Bastrop, I noticed the smell of burnt leaves, and then I started to see woods that were full of burnt trees, still standing. I remember stories of burnt trees being milled to build new homes, but the last time Bastrop graced my local news, it was a picture of things returning to normal. I can tell you what I saw today was more like a picture of things stuck, slowly trying to come back together. A few houses rebuilt, but many still wiped out. The guardrails on the highway, burnt... trees, burnt... and all I had was my old cell phone to capture a few images from the side of the road, but the images in my mind continue to speak to me tonight!