So this past weekend was the 4th of July (here in the US), and it wouldn’t be complete without fireworks. And if you can’t tell, I really like fireworks. Always have.
Backstory: Growing up, a relative on my mom’s side lived literally across the street from the field where Easthampton would set off their fireworks. We’d go there every year, I’d play with my grand-aunt’s spinning wheel, and when it got dark we’d go across the street to watch the fireworks. When we were little, Mom would cover our ears with lawnmowing-grade earmuffs. It makes me laugh now, because the explosions are half the fun.
So on Sunday (July 5th), I went with my younger brother to the fireworks in Greenfield, MA. If I’d been to those before, I don’t remember it. Anyway, we walked about a mile there from where I parked the car (because I knew where it was & that lot was empty), spread out a blanket, and waited with smart phones for it to be dark enough.
This is one of the better photos I took (with my phone!). Not bad, for my first attempt photographing fireworks! I wish I could post the video clip I took of the finale, because you can clearly hear me cackling and cheering. Afterward, walking back to the car, I was on such a high (from excitement, honestly) that I was singing a little ditty:
Explosions! In the sky!
Chemistry makes ’em different colors!
This is not the first time I’ve considered looking into getting a job in pyrotechnics. Either way, things that make me cackle need to be more plentiful in my life.