The Stonehenge, or Stickhenge to be more accurate, homage in the photo above was constructed by Steve and Ray for a Wicca/Druid/Thatcherite celebration scheduled for new Year's Eve. I am sad to report that it was cancelled when no virgins could be secured. Ever wise, the gentlemen said, "Screw it, we'll have a birthday party for Ray."
Instructions for turning the benign setting above into the forest-eating, though strangely pleasing conflagration below are under the photographs.
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| Ray, "This ain't a bad party for one with no secured virgins." |
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| Swedish candles. |
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| Steve, a fire fighter, ensured everyone the sparks were harmless, though he spent much of the evening surveying the forest, sighing deeply. |
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| Painting with fire |
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| Windows of flame |
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| No, Ray is not extinguishing the blaze. I'll grant you it sure does look that way. However, he was heard to utter, "It's my birthday and I can do what I want." |
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| Our host and his co-conspirator setting something else alight |
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Notice poor Steve has burned his fingers down to the first knuckle.
Still quite dexterous. |
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| Fire lanterns... how would you characterize the look on Steve's face? Creepy? |
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| Infinity... and beyond |
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| One to beam up, Scotty. |
How do you do this magic? The logs are cross cut (+) down from the top stopping about a foot from the bottom. An accelerant (fire starter) is placed in the cuts and lit. Before long, the draft created by the channels nurtures the fire and flame leaps from the top and the sides creating both intense warmth and light... and a shit load of pesky sparks. As the burn subsides, the columns created by the cross cut fall to the sides leaving a stump and hundreds of burning and screaming innocent bystanders, if it's done right.
It's ironic that the only other notable invention for which a Swede is responsible, Gustav Erik Pasch (1788–1862), is the safety match.
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