now in its one-hundred-and-eightieth year
Can’t let the month go by without sharing these few photographs, taken at a friend’s place on the Fourth of July. He lives on the west side, near the police academy, where, from his west-facing balcony, the city’s least-talked-about fireworks show is plain to see.
All along the horizon, from south to north, thousands of illegal fireworks go off—a patriotic display courtesy of all the hoarders and pyros out there, who spend the year dreaming of this moment, probably.
I hadn’t planned to take any pictures, but the moment proved just too irresistible. I like the way the streetlights interacted with the fireworks, giving the pictures a kind of trippy excitement that’s part of Independence Day, anyway.
I made a movie, which is really cool too, but I’m still figuring out how to edit it.
Do you have a fireworks picture you’d like to share? Or a fireworks story, perhaps?
All images by Susan Barsy.