Phoenixville Firebird Burning Bright
Phoenixville burns with creativity. I have been a fan of my little town since I moved here; and it just keeps getting better and better. You gotta’ love a town that every year builds a wooden structure in an open town space for all to gather ‘round as they set it on fire (the fire department is out in force just in case). I would wager other communities have something similar, but around here, there is nothing like it. Tonight, the firebird burned brightly and brought the masses out in the cold winter weather. 
My first festival involved only a few hundred people, a wobbly wooden structure, and was many years ago when I first moved to Phoenixville. Tonight: Thousands of people showed and that bird was SOLID. Three stories tall, it held a glowing ball in its beak in the waning light and the crowd was massive. I’ve never seen so many people in Phoenixville. Chants began about 30 minutes before the lighting: Burn the Bird – Burn the Bird. The excitement was contagious.
With Vega resting behind the bird, the flame arrived from its march through town and the bird was ceremoniously set on fire. I was right up close there with the best of them and once that thing started throwing flames, we were no longer cold - in fact, it was HOT. Heat radiated from the beast and ash and embers began to fall on the crowd. No one seemed to mind and I was happy to have my hat on so I could concentrate on the fire instead of protecting my brain from burning debris. 
As the bird fell in pieces and toppled inwardly, the crowd cheered and drums sounded. It was a very primal experience in the middle of a town in Eastern Pennsylvania. Great job Phoenixville! Way to ring in the season of light.
Phoenixville burns with creativity. I have been a fan of my little town since I moved here; and it just keeps getting better and better. You gotta’ love a town that every year builds a wooden structure in an open town space for all to gather ‘round as they set it on fire (the fire department is out in force just in case). I would wager other communities have something similar, but around here, there is nothing like it. Tonight, the firebird burned brightly and brought the masses out in the cold winter weather. 
My first festival involved only a few hundred people, a wobbly wooden structure, and was many years ago when I first moved to Phoenixville. Tonight: Thousands of people showed and that bird was SOLID. Three stories tall, it held a glowing ball in its beak in the waning light and the crowd was massive. I’ve never seen so many people in Phoenixville. Chants began about 30 minutes before the lighting: Burn the Bird – Burn the Bird. The excitement was contagious. 
With Vega resting behind the bird, the flame arrived from its march through town and the bird was ceremoniously set on fire. I was right up close there with the best of them and once that thing started throwing flames, we were no longer cold - in fact, it was HOT. Heat radiated from the beast and ash and embers began to fall on the crowd. No one seemed to mind and I was happy to have my hat on so I could concentrate on the fire instead of protecting my brain from burning debris. 
As the bird fell in pieces and toppled inwardly, the crowd cheered and drums sounded. It was a very primal experience in the middle of a town in Eastern Pennsylvania. Great job Phoenixville! Way to ring in the season of light.
Not sure why, but I started a blog. I will start to add pictures as I go, but for now I need therapy and this is my brain dump. 3fingerandanub.blogspot.com
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ReplyDeleteFun, Kurt! Blog on, Magoo! I catch it on occasion.... you be all crazy like :-) it is decidedly good therapy!!
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