We were running late. Shifting around scores of people as we rushed along the downtown section of State Street, we began to both hear and feel the explosions in the sky. It didn’t matter. Our patriotic endeavor was successful. The only thing more pleasant than the fireworks themselves were the looks on people’s faces as they gazed upon the blinding colors. Independence is beautiful.
For those of you that couldn’t make the trek out to see it yourselves.
Happy fourth of July.
photos taken by me, courtesy of my new tripod.