red, white and new
My 4th of July was a little unconventional, at least for me. I worked a shift serving, consumed some scrumptious food with family, and watched fireworks along the St. Croix River in Stillwater. It was good, but I miss the way it used to be.
When I was younger, my family always spent the holiday week at our cabin in northern Minnesota, drifting through the days on our inner tubes in the lake and lazily perusing the beach for special stones or buffed glass. We’d take picnic lunches down to the shore, race go-karts at the nearby track, and listen to Twins games on the radio while playing cards in the evenings.
This picture turned out kind of cool, even if it isn’t the perfect firework shot everyone expects from Independence Day. But that’s ok, I guess.
Nostalgia + a humid summer night + explosions in the sky = photoging.