No? Well I’m not surprised; its a photo, taken without the aid of a tripod, or mind altering drugs, at the dark side of dusk, of a fire (the orange squiggle) of burning rhododendron bushes, up on the moor (the black bit) the grey and orange strata being a shaky sky.
The rhododendrons are being culled, as they are an invasive planty pest here in the UK, that escaped into the wild from the gardens and estates of the Victorians; trampling over native species without care or due regard for the locals ( I think there is Victorian metaphor in that statement).
All you ever wanted to know about rhododendrons, and indeed you may wish you never asked, can be found here. But this much I know (and it must be true because I heard it on BBC Radio Four) that honey made solely from the flowers of rhododendrons is poisonous.