En route to the city from a country-side picnic late last night was a treat due to distant firework displays sporadically popping up in small towns off rt. 80. My friend Liz talked about once being up in a plane on the 4th of July and taking off right around nightfall, just in time to witness every display her city of departure had to offer from a few thousand feet above.
Must have been pretty surreal. Almost as surreal as the thought of the inner luminous workings of fireflies, which I spent a good amount of time pondering and inquiring about whilst gazing upon them and munching on far too many patriotic desserts amongst good friends and family. The answers I received after asking "what makes a firefly glow" were; chemicals, love and magic. I'll take it!
These beautiful firework study photographs are by Pierre Le Hors.
Happy 4th, everyone!