Check out the stash unpacked! (I was planning to bring these out to PA but when I heard there might not be anywhere to shoot them, I just ended up getting rid of them!) A transgression that twelve year-old me find unforgivable.
It started drizzling rain right as the fireworks started. The air was so humid and heavy that it trapped all the smoke and each time a firework went off it would light the whole sky with color.
We planned on going up onto our building's roof, but a whole bunch of NYPD cops were stationed up there to keep an eye on the crowds gathered at the waterfront and we weren't able to go up there! We headed down to our building's courtyard instead.
Just when we were about to head back inside, it turns out that Terri and her friend still had a few small bottle rockets left so we stuck around for the real (somewhat anticlimactic) finale.
Hahaha. Look at Jeff's face. That's a "kid on Christmas morning" expression if I've ever seen one. Getting giddy about some of the "mortar ball" fireworks that we launched after exhausting all the smaller rockets.
After we'd shot all the big rockets, we moved on to the smaller rockets. We ended up lighting them ten at a time so that they wouldn't be a "let down" after their bigger counterparts.
...and managed to capture this totally insane action shot of the rocket taking off! Check out the rocket's stick still in the frame! (Bonus points to Steve for managing to throw out a "thumbs up!")
Before we even made it into the hotel for the reception after party, we ran into Jeff and Terri on the way in and Jeff was like "I BROUGHT A TON OF FIREWORKS!" Hahaha.
