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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Fireworks in the Storm



We were sitting on our blanket neatly lined up and pointing in the direction of the impending fireworks.  We knew the storm was coming and we knew it was due to hit at the same time as the fireworks but we didn't care.  Or at least we didn't care until it started raining big fat drops on our heads.  We were surrounded by teenagers who ran screaming in highly over exaggerated panic and attempt to find cover.  It became a complex visual and auditory event.  All senses were at attention.

It seemed the show was being accelerated in hopes of beating the storm and it felt like it was finale after finale after finale.  We eventually ran for a nearby tree but we didn't leave.  It was glorious and ridiculously fun to be soaked to the underwear and still catching pictures of the fireworks through the rain drops.  It was a celebratory childlike moment that didn't last nearly long enough.

The above picture was just before the storm hit.  You can see the clouds swirling around.  The picture below was me picking up the camera and the tripod and heading for the tree, still taking slightly shaky shots.  The rest of the picks were from our spot under the tree.








2 comments:

  1. Once I yearned for blazing, flashing fireworks. Now I yearn for this sweet rain.

    So beautiful.

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    1. Yes, sweet rain. With maybe a few fireworks? xo

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