“As usual, I hopped on my motorcycle to explore new places and take photos, heading towards the mountains from Ismayilli district. I had just started my journey when I noticed a firefighter passing by. I often trailed behind to capture small fires, usually just grass or minor blazes, but this time, I followed eagerly. Upon reaching the scene, I saw a table ablaze, and its owner risking his life to put it out, pulling out weeds to contain the fire and protect his property. The sight was both impressive and poignant, with the charred grasses bearing witness to the struggle. Meanwhile, the villagers watched with indifferent eyes. Sometimes, the impact of moments captured in photographs lingers longer than the wounds take to heal. Photography is a precious art, allowing us to approach each shot not just as a picture but as a living moment, feeling each capture in our souls.