The image is of Finger Rock mountain which is located in Tucson, Arizona. The fire began by a lightning bolt that started a forest fire of the size of 735 acres which is relatively three-fourths of the size of Stanley Park.

At first glance the bright orange flames combined with the specks of light  that are scattered on the mountain with the attached gleaming city seemed to have been placed in somewhat of a perfect harmony. In fact, I must admit that I did not even recognize that the mountain was on fire. I was struck in awe from the sublime view that the image creates. The mountain is breathtaking in such ways  that as a whole the soft warm colours add beautiful texture to the image, but when realizing the delightful autumn array are a fiery burning terror one may come to a conclusion that the mountain is practically a  reminiscent of the words that Burke had once spoke of. For instance, the dark night sky is illuminated by the  great flames that fill the image with light that formed the sublime as a bright landscape even though the time of day is meant to be black as midnight on a moonless night. On top of that, the fire, is frantically gorgeous from far, but still the idea of destruction lingers in the vast distant which produces, in my opinion, the epitome of Burke’s sublime.

In another way this mountain may also be related to works of Shelley and his Mont Blanc. However, instead of a silent snowy serene mountain, we are faced with a pile of rocks that carry the soon the be ashes of the nature that had once bloomed over land.