The Fourth of July is a pretty kickass spectacle, typically American.
I love the fact this country celebrates its independence by blowing a part of itself up.
Tonight we went to
Star Spangled Sparks, the fireworks show in the city across the river from Reno. Evidently it's a huge thing down here, it's even broadcast on the T.V.
I really like bright and shiney things.
My niece Cate, enjoying the show.
My niece Katie, she liked it.
Then, the wind blew the other way and everyone in Victorian Square was hacking up a lung.
Except for us smokers, of course. It was all just a new flavor.