as dusk began to
descend on us, tony could be found in the garage getting his *display of affection* ready...

after careful assembly, the match was struck...

please note the wagon on which the fireworks rest. it's the get-away vehicle in case our uniformed friends just *happen* to drive by.

hey look! it's me!! don't worry, i only got 2 sparks on my hand.
i'm healing.

what one of my 16 rounds in my *mother load* (yes, that really was it's name) looked like when she exploded.

sparklers to get everyone in the spirit...

the smoky haze, the echoing *boom* bouncing off the mountains, the colours, the chill, the laughter...i love independence day!
