My good friend E and I started a Fourth of July tradition last year: Opening the shutter on the Nikon and playing with sparklers. As you can see, Harry Potter’s got nothing on us for wand-dueling.
Last year E took the cake with spelling. I– on the other hand– tried to spell my name and somehow K-I-T, came out P-O-O. For real.
This year, I tried to bring out E’s devilish side…
As usual, I’m a little angel.
Which is why they try to keep me in a box, I’m sure.
I found E’s spelling of “love” faintly ironic.
Sparklers…still entertaining, 30 years later.
Happy Fourth everyone.