I love dramatic sky, big clouds, contrasty colors, shifting shapes, and changing weather.
I used to like fireworks with the one time big display on the 4th of July. I always remember the time in Lohrville when a big chrysanthemum-style explosion just barely cleared the pines. A good thing that the fire department was the one putting on the show.
As a kid in the robin’s egg blue station wagon, Dad always wanted to leave before the finale to avoid the traffic jam and we wanted to see the last big display. We could never see the flag in explosive lights.
Now everyone has their own and they’re blowing them up before, on the day and during the week after. It’s too much. It’s like having ice cream for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. It sounded like a war last night, surrounded by crazy fireworks exploders. What’s the point? Everyone’s seen them, smelled them, breathed them, heard them and experienced the fireworks litter.
Tonight there was a different sky show after a foggy, rainy, muggy day the rain storm moved in and out for sunset.
And it had everything, sprinkles, thunder, downpour, a rainbow when the sun broke through and amazing, changing clouds as sunset approached. Smelled fresh and no litter to pick up. I walked around outside wet and barefooted waiting for the clouds to flow into the next panorama – wow.