Week 2 Photo of the Week: Independence Day
Depending which album it’s in, this photo seems to go by two different names (I uploaded it on separate occasions, hence that discrepancy). And I know it showed up last week in my post, but let’s face it, out of my first 14 pictures, this one is the best.
Part of that reason is experimentation, obviously (I had never photographed fireworks before Sunday). Part of it is color (there is a lot). Part of it, I think, is the way fireworks invoke the inner ten year old in all of us. Even when I’m standing with my camera on the side of the Charles River, taking guesses at settings and hoping pictures I’m taking come out, there’s a part of me that’s Tommy, sitting on a blanket on the grass of the junior high school near my parents’ house, watching the town’s display, and knowing that when I get back after this, there are leftovers from the cookout to munch on, and sparklers to play with.
I love the Fourth of July, if only for those types of memories.
Of course, new ones are always being forged, aren’t they? This year I went go an awesome cookout full of awesome people (I’ll be talking a little more about that in a future post), and made my first professional(ish) feeling attempt at getting pictures, with all the right equipment. I wonder what next year’s will hold?
Tom