Sparklers

I countdown to the 4th day of July every year - not for the hamburgers, but for the sparklers.

It's become a tradition now to stop the day off, by six packs or so, get warned by my mother not to burn any holes in my clothes or myself, and light 'em up.

And, of course, capture it all on film.

And may I present, the Sparkler Battle of 2010. Since this is my blog, I can fib and tell you that I won.

Happy Birthday, America. I love you and all of your sparkle.