I tried, of course, to capture Independence Day with my camera. And, of course, I failed. Wedding, birthday parties. . . I can't do it. I don't have a photo of a flag or a flaring fireworks. The day was miserably hot. We went to our picturesque small downtown in the morning to revel. People stood dripping sweat and looking for the promised lemonade that had run out. So they stood with limp hot dogs and small bags of chips waiting in long lines for the kids to get a turn at the blow up play thing. We bailed and went home and turned on an old fashioned sprinkler connected to a hose to play in. Went to my mother's for hamburgers and hot dogs and corn and watermelon, then to the BIG downtown to watch the fireworks. The crowds were large enough to scare a boy, so we turned around and headed home. I like that boy. We are much alike.
And so, as my man says, there was that to do and then it was done.
here are a few photos from our local paper -- of some Big Fourth events.
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plus click on the Orleans Parade Link for more. :)
my village has a little kid decorated bike parade -- with some bagpiping and lots of brownies and little league baseball players. it is followed by hot dogs in the park.
hannah and i went to Kalmus Beach in Hyannis for the town fire works. they are shot from a barge in the bay -- down by the Kennedy Memorial. we ood and ahhed and then laughed at the communalness of the event.
and then it was done. although the fourth is traditionally the real kick off of summer on the Cape.
I hid in the quiet of a movie theater and that night listened to the fireworks. I lead an exciting life!
ReplyDeleteSmall evenings, small events, some family, some friends--and a distance from the throng.
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