The Queen and I were invited to attend a pops concert and fireworks show at my sister...the devil's church. The Queen declined to attend as public appearances leave her drained, and we really didn't know how long things would last. Pictured above are mom (aka Mimi) and the nieces - my sister...the devil's two kids (Kyria, left and Kaitlyn). It was 90 something degrees outside with a nice, gentle breeze so that it only felt like 90 something minus 1 degrees.
This is the inside of the main sanctuary at my sister...the devil's church. Mom and I had a slight disagreement most of the day about whether or not I had been to this church building before. You see, my sister...the devil's church outgrew their previous accommodations several years ago and decided to spend millions of dollars building a new home complete with a large sanctuary, a chapel and a school. It's a very nice building. One I had never set foot in until July 4TH. Mom insisted that I had been there before for some event for the nieces. I firmly insisted that I had not. I think I would remember this sort of thing, and I'm pretty sure there would have been photographic evidence of such a visit.
This is the first time I've tried to photograph fireworks. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. Especially with a point and shoot Canon PowerShot. Some of the photos turned out pretty good...like the one above. Some look like someone's Lite Brite set got scattered by a four year missing a Ritalin fix. We won't post those.
I'm pretty sure the City of Plano Fire Department and who ever was hired to do the fireworks were having a serious case of the dirty underwear at this particular moment. There was about a minute or two worth of fireworks that went off at ground level which I am pretty sure was not what they intended.
I thought this photo turned out kinda neat with the reflection on the hood.
Here's one of those fuzzy ones I was telling you about. The only reason I posted this one is because it kinda sorta almost looks like Yoda's juggling a bunch light sabers.
I could totally see Yoda in that pic....LOL
ReplyDeleteonly had to use the force a wee bit...ROFL
Strong in the ways of the force you are. Maybe make a Jedi someday you will.
ReplyDelete“Yes, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware of the dark side. Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, as it did Obi-Wan's apprentice.”
ReplyDeleteThose ground level explosions make the nurse in me cringe. I just know somebody ended up in the ER...and that makes me think about work...STOP THAT!
ReplyDeleteMelanie, those ground level explosions make the claims adjuster in me cringe. Although, since I was there, I could claim conflict as a material witness. Sweet.
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