Here for the fireworks. I’m hoping to get footage for a new video tomorrow. Zev and his friend Ben are playing in the playground. The sun is shining brightly on the water. There is still another 2 and a half hours before the sky alights. Families of all stripes and nationalities are walking around. All that’s needed is a modern day George Seurat to paint us all point by point.
When I lived in the states, I used to associate fireworks with the military. The sky lighting up was a some kind of twisted remembrance of the bombshells bursting in the air that the Star-Spangled Banner celebrates. I had a hard time relating to people being so fascinated by war. I was somewhat surprised when I moved to the relatively more peaceful Canada, that people enjoy their fireworks here, as much if not even more than they do in the states. If not war, what were they celebrating. Then I realized, watching it that it was the shared experience of light bursting through the darkness. “OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, AAAAAAAAHhhhhh” Parents, Kids, seniors, the complete spectrum of human endeavor all gathered together to watch beauty come out of nothing. Accompanying fireworks here is not explosions but classical and jazz music, a feast for the ears as well as the eyes. All in all pretty stiring.
