In this second part of my fireworks series things start to get interesting. Experimenting with leaving the shutter open for longer periods, the fireworks seem to bloom in the photographs. The explosions spread like the opening of a flower and stretch like flame colored grass.
While our displays may not be as well crafted as some of the amazing work in the Orient - the very inventors of fireworks after all - they are certainly not worth missing.
Fireworks photos always look better larger so don't be shy and click on the photos for a larger view.
Fire-Flowers
By Emily Pauline Johnson
And only where the forest fires have sped,
Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
It hides the scars with almost human hands.
And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again.
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