Tags: fireworks, food, Iggy's Chowderhouse, july 4th, rhode island
I’m generally opposed to taking photos of fireworks, because no photo will ever even approach how beautiful real fireworks are — most photographic depictions wind up looking like so many celestial koosh balls. So why bother watching them through a camera instead of enjoying them first hand?
But hey, the display I was watching was really long, and I figured one hasty snap wouldn’t ruin my enjoyment all that much. Especially since, as you can tell, I didn’t even bother to hold my hand steady:
So instead of koosh balls, my fireworks look like fibre-optic cables.
I never really experienced July 4th as a kid, because I spent all my summers in Paris, celebrating le quatorze. But the holiday has grown on my in my adulthood. How can I resist any celebration that encourages mass consumption of blinky-sparkly things?
And hey, it wouldn’t be an American holiday without a little gluttony:
Fried and fried! This delicious clam belly roll was purchased right on the beach at my favorite Rhode Island clam shack:
That friendly guy is an anthropomorphized doughboy. Because faux-cannibalism makes everything taste sweeter. Happy Independence Day!