"Looks like the day after a battle."
"Did we just stumble into a forest fire?"
Shortly thereafter, we ran into the forestry worker who was managing the burning — "prescribed fire" — there in Cherokee Marsh, and he explained how he did it and why. Black cherry trees are always threatening to clutter up the space under the big oaks, and red osier dogwood, if left to their own devices, would turn the marsh into a place where the cranes can't walk.
ADDED: A still: