The annual Macy’s fireworks display tonight was spectacular, as always. These past few years I’ve hoofed the crowds along one shore or another; this time neighborhood blogger Curly McDimple — I can practically yell from my house to hers, who knew — had a convocation of blogerati over to her rooftop, and I joined along with Jess and Katie to raise a glass to this here America, which pisses me off a lot and doesn’t always treat me right, but you know, they don’t get a whole lot better than this, really. Which seems to be a theme in my life lately, but that’s another story for another time.
The camera was ready and the view was splendid. Jess had smuggled a bag of sparklers up from Virginia, and when the lights faded from the sky we fired them up and made our own. There’s a photo gallery of my firework and rooftop shots posted on Flickr; click through and enjoy. More than 35,000 shells were fired into the sky in the 30 minutes we watched. I didn’t get all of them, but there are some pretty frames nevertheless.