Low key was ours. We didn’t fight the crowds to watch fireworks. Instead since we live in one of the few cities in that Bay Area that sell “legal” fireworks we bought an atrocious amount of them and entertained the kids for about 20 minutes.
We had some friends stop by for dinner, beer, dessert and pyromania.
All photos were shot at an outrageously high ISO of 2500 at some point. Whatever. My camera CAN HANDLE IT. 
I didn’t photograph any hot dogs, flags, watermelon eating, picnic tables, sack races, egg tossing, water gun fights, yankee doodle dandy stuff. I just photographed “Safe and Sane” pyro sticks that made lots of smoke and trash to pick up this morning.
Have a fabulous 3 day weekend…I am off tonight to meet some special people that I hope to tell you about in the future and tomorrow it’s a day of photographing dogs.
In the immortal words of Beavis…”FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!”
You really can’t see it here below, but Kyle got a bad @##$# buzz cut last week that I can save for another story because it all happened at a party and I never thought we would leave it with him “buzzed”. I saved $20 and was thrilled. I dig Dante’s new sneakers. When they don’t wear velcro on their shoes they seem so grown up.
It took miss J awhile to come forward with holding one of these. Finally she got up the courage and was sparkling like a champ.
Happy 5th of July!
Oh I forgot to add. Someone from the next street over shot this bizarre parachute firework thing (it was a flare!) that was a big red glow in the sky and it slowly started heading toward my street. It looked like it was about to land on my next door neighbor’s car but instead it settled in a tree in the front yard. The darn thing was still glowing and full of combustible crap and I ran over to make sure their house did not ignite in fire. It was that concerning. Maybe I am getting older, but it was not cool and when you live in a state known for all the fires and drought I don’t get why people do these things. Oh and thank you for all the M-80′s you shot off last night until 1 a.m. people. Thank goodness my dog Riley doesn’t mind the noise, but I can only imagine the poor creatures last night shaking to the shock of a M-80. My poor Golden Paddy used to crawl into the bathtub and shake. That is enough PSA for today. Thanks.
