Sadly, I don't think this house ever had a chance of surviving the fire. It was ingeniously built (gorgeous with amazing touches--so much great detail) from creosote soaked bridge timbers and railroad tires and other scrap wood that the owners were able to find. But all that wood, all that creosote..... it burned and burned and burned until there was nothing left. It was so sad.
The powers that be here seem to think supporting the fire department isn't worth their time, effort, or money. How sad is that? Hubby is a member of the Brackettville Volunteer Fire Department. An entity that is sorely in need of equipment, funds, and a county and city that will support them. If you saw what they were driving you'd be appalled. If you saw their budget, you'd be embarrassed for our community. I shot these photographs of a house fire around midnight one night in the middle of town. Hubby is in the first shot, third silhouette to the right. BVFD blog: