I have never taken pictures of fireworks before and I know other photo "artists" do a much better job with lovely pictures. It was an impromptu idea without thought of tripod or location but Nyssa and I spent ten minutes of quality time clicking at random the shutter button as the camera sat on top of her car. It was over all too soon as many good times are. Someday I want to attend the Boston Pops 4th of July party, with Nyssa, a better digital camera and a tripod. (end)
Fourth of July Night
The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky
A white sky bomb fizzed on a black line.
A rocket hissed it's red signature into the west.
Now a shower of Chinese fire alphabets,
A cry of flower pots broken in flames,
A long curve to a purple spray, three violet balloons---
Drips of seaweed tangled in gold, shimmering symbols of mixed numbers,
Tremulous arrangements of cream gold folds of a bride's wedding gown---
A few sky bombs spoke their pieces, then velvet dark.
The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky.
~ Carl Sandburg