We went out to our little park and man-made lake and watched the fireworks last night . These were my favorite images. I loved sitting with my Mom and and my husband and another sweet family who had little kids running around. It was a beautiful night, jut still enough to keep the sparkling fireworks lit for seconds longer in the sky. The booms would echo through the valley - startling you and thrilling you as you anticipated the next one. Hubby thinks I should paint fireworks but how do you paint fireworks??? They are not even well captured in photography. They are just one of those fleeting sites that bring you to past July 4ths and tie you lovingly to the people with whom you shared the memory. One of those traditional pleasures that bind people to places and to family. I told hubby that when I die, I want him to cremate me and stuff my ashes in a bottle rocket and shoot me up into the sky with lots of other colors so that I can go out in a blaze of glory.... and then be sifted over my sweet little home town to fertilize new growth and new beginnings.